In Other Worlds

by Sherrilyn Kenyon

  She arched a brow at that and gave him a suspicious look. "Why on earth would you want to talk to me?"

  He was aghast at her question. "My lady, do you not own a mirror?"

  "Yes, but it's not an enchanted one." She turned away from him and started away. Moving with the incredible speed of his kind, Sebastian pulled her to a stop.

  "Look, Channon," he said gently. "I fear I have bungled this. I just . . ." He stopped and tried to think of the best way to keep her with him for a while longer.

  She looked to his hand, which still gripped her elbow. He reluctantly let go, even though every part of his soul screamed for him to hold her by his side, regardless of the consequences. She was a woman with her own mind. And the first law of his people ran through his head: Nothing a woman gives is worth having unless she gives it of her own free will.

  It was the one law not even he would break.

  "You what?" she asked softly.

  Sebastian drew a deep breath as he fought down the animal part of himself that wanted her regardless of right or laws, the part of him that snarled with a need so fierce that it scared him. He forced a charming smile to his lips. "You seem like a very nice person, and there are so few of you in this world that I would like to spend a few minutes with you. Maybe some of it might rub off."

  Channon laughed in spite of herself.

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  "Ah," he teased, "so you can smile."

  "I can smile."

  "Will you join me?" he asked. "There's a restaurant on the corner. We can walk there, in plain sight of the world. I promise, I won't bite unless you ask me to."

  Channon frowned lightly at him and his quirky humor. What was it about him that made him so irresistible? It was unnatural. "I don't know about this."

  "Look, I promise I'm not psychotic. Eccentric and idiosyncratic, but not psychotic."

  She still wasn't completely sure about that. "I'll bet the prisons are full of men who have told women that."

  "I would never hurt a woman, least of all you."

  There was such sincerity in his voice that she believed him. Even more convincing, she didn't feel any inner warnings, no little voice in her head telling her to run. Instead, she was drawn to him and felt a most peculiar kind of serenity in his presence, almost as if she were supposed to be with him. "Down the street?"

  "Yes." He offered her his arm. "C'mon. I promise I'll keep my fangs hidden and my mind control to myself."

  Channon had never done anything like this in her life. She was a woman who had to know a guy for a long time before she'd even consider a date.

  Yet she found herself pulling on her coat and placing her hand in the crook of his arm, where she felt a muscle so taut and well formed that it sent a jolt through her. By the feel of that arm, she could tell his fashionable black suit and overcoat hid one incredible body.

  "You seem so different," she said as he walked her out of the room. "Something about you is very Old World."

  He opened the glass door that led to the museum's foyer. "Old being the operative word."

  "And yet you're very modern."

  "A Renaissance man trapped between cultures."

  "Is that what you are?"

  He cast a playful sideways look to her. "Honestly?"

  "Yes."

  "I'm a dragon slayer."

  She laughed out loud.

  He scoffed. "Again you don't believe me."

  "Let's just say it's no wonder you said you wanted to steal the tapestry. I suppose there's not much call for slaying a mythological beast, especially in this day and age."

  Those greenish-gold eyes teased her unmercifully. "You don't believe in dragons?"

  "No, of course not."

  He tsk ed at her. "You are so skeptical."

  "I'm practical."

  Sebastian ran his tongue over his teeth as a sly half-smile curved his lips. A practical woman who didn'

  t believe in dragons yet studied dragon tapestries and wore a misbuttoned shirt. Surely there wasn't another soul like her in any time or place. And she had the strangest effect on his body. He was already hard for her, and they were barely touching. Her grip on his arm was light and delicate, as if she was ready to flee him at any moment.

  That was the last thing he wanted, and that surprised him most of all. A reclusive person, he only interacted with others when his physical needs overrode his desire for solitude. Even then, those encounters were brief and limited. He took his lovers for one night, making sure they were as well sated as he, then he quickly returned to his solitary world. He'd never dawdled with idle conversation. Never really cared to get to know more about a woman than her name and the way she liked to be touched.

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  And the sound of her laughter . . . He doubted if the angels in heaven could make a more precious melody.

  Sebastian opened the door to the dark restaurant and held it for her while she entered. As she swept past him, he let his gaze travel down the back of her body. He hardened even more. What he wouldn't give to have her warm and naked in his arms so that he could run his hands down her full curves, nibble the flesh of her neck, and hold her to him as he slowly slid himself deep inside her while she writhed to his touch.

  Sebastian forced himself to look away from Channon and to speak to the hostess. He sent a mental command to the unknown woman to sit them in a secluded corner. He wanted privacy with Channon. How he wished he'd met her sooner. He'd been in this cursed city for well over a week, waiting for the opportunity to go home, where if not the comfort of warmth, he at least had the comfort of familiarity. He'd spent his nights in this city alone, prowling the streets restlessly as he bided his time. At dawn, he would have to leave. But until then, he intended to spend as much time with Channon as he could, letting her company ease the loneliness inside him, ease the pain in his heart that had burned him for most of his life.

  Channon followed the hostess through the restaurant, but all the while she was aware of Sebastian behind her--aware of his hot, predatorial gaze on her body and the way he seemed to want to devour her.

  But even more unbelievable was the fact that she wanted to devour him. No man had ever made her feel so much like a woman or made her want to spend hours exploring his body with her hands and mouth.

  "You're nervous again," he said after they were seated in a dark corner in the back of the pub. She glanced up from the menu to catch sight of those greenish-gold eyes that reminded her of some feral beast. "You are incredibly perceptive."

  He inclined his head toward her. "I've been accused of worse."

  "I'll bet you have," she teased back. Indeed, he had the presence of an outlaw. Dangerous, dark, seductive. "Are you really a thief?"

  "Define the term thief."

  She laughed even though she wasn't quite sure if he was joking or serious.

  "So tell me," he said as the waitress brought their drinks, "what do you do for a living, Shannon with a C?"

  She thanked the waitress for her Coke, then looked to Sebastian to see how he would deal with her occupation. Most men were a bit intimidated by her job, though she'd never been able to figure out why.

  "I'm a history professor at the University of Virginia."

  "Impressive," he said, his face genuinely interested. "What cultures and times do you specialize in?"

  She was amazed he knew anything about her job. "Mostly pre-Norman Britain."

  "Ah. Hwaet we Gar-Dena in gear-dagum Theod-cyninga Thrym gefrunon, hu da aeThhelingas ellen fremedon."

  Channon was floored by his Old English. He spoke it as if he'd been born to it. Imagine a man so handsome knowing a subject so dea
r to her heart.

  She offered him the translation. "So. The Spear-Danes in days gone by and the kings who ruled them had courage and greatness. We have heard of those princes' heroic campaigns."

  His inclined his head to her. "You know your Beowulf well."

  "I've studied Old English extensively, which, given my job, makes sense. But you don't strike me as a historian."

  "I'm not. Rather, I'm a sort of reenactor."

  That explained the way he looked. Now his presence in the museum and knightly air of authority made sense to her.

  "Is your study of the Middle Ages what had you in the museum today?" he asked. She nodded. "I've studied the tapestry for years. I want to be the person who finally unravels the mystery behind it."

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  "What would you like to know?"

  "Who made it and why? Where the story of it comes from. For that matter, I would love to know how the museum got it. They have no record of when they acquired it or from whom it was purchased."

  His automatic answers surprised her. "They bought it in 1926 from an anonymous collector for fifty thousand dollars. As for the rest, it was made by a woman named Antiphone back in seventh-century Britain. It's the story of her grandfather and his brother and their eternal struggle between good and evil."

  His gaze was so sincere that she could almost believe him. In a strange way, it made sense, since the tapestry had no ending.

  But she knew better. "Antiphone, huh?"

  He shook his head. "You just don't believe anything I tell you, do you?"

  "Why, kind sir," she said impishly with a mock English accent. "'Tis not that I don't believe you, but as a historian I must align myself with fact. Have you any proof of this Antiphone or transaction?"

  "I do, but I somehow doubt you would appreciate my showing it to you."

  "And why is that?"

  "It would scare the life out of you."

  Channon sat back at that, unsure of how to take it. She didn't really know what to make of the man sitting across from her. He kept her on edge all the while he lured her toward his danger. Lured her against all her reason.

  They remained quiet as their food was placed on the table.

  While they ate, Channon studied him. The candlelight in the pub danced in his eyes, making them glow like a cat's. His hands were strong and callused--the hands of a man who was used to hard work--yet he had the air of wealth and privilege, the air of a powerful man who made his own rules. He was a total enigma, a walking dichotomy who made her feel both safe and threatened.

  "Tell me, Channon," he said suddenly, "do you like teaching?"

  "Some days. But it's the research I like best. I love digging through old manuscripts and trying to piece together the past."

  He gave a short half laugh. "No offense, but that sounds incredibly boring."

  "I imagine dragon slaying is much more action-oriented."

  "Yes, it is. Every moment is completely unpredictable."

  She wiped her mouth as she watched him eat with perfect European table manners. He was definitely cultured, yet he seemed oddly barbaric. "So, how do you kill a dragon?"

  "With a very sharp sword."

  She shook her head at him. "Yes, but do you call him out? Do you go to him . . . ?"

  "The easiest way is to sneak up on him."

  "And pray he doesn't wake up?"

  "Well, it makes it more challenging if he does."

  Channon smiled. She was so drawn to that infectious wit of his. Especially since he didn't seem to notice the women around them who were ogling him while they ate. It was as if he could only see her. As a rule, she stunk at this whole male-female thing. Her last boyfriend, a D.C. correspondent, had educated her well on every personal and physical flaw she possessed. The last thing she was looking for was another relationship in which she wasn't on equal terms with the man. For her next love interest, she wanted someone just like her--a historian of average looks whose life revolved around research. Two comfortable peas in a pod.

  She wasn't looking for some hot, mysterious stranger who made her blood burn with desire. Channon, would you listen to yourself and what you're saying! You are insane not to want this man!

  Perhaps. But things like this never happened to her.

  "You know," she said to him, "I keep having this really weird feeling that you're going to take me someplace later and tie me up naked so that your friends can come laugh at me."

  He arched a brow at her. "Does that happen to you often?"

  "No, never, but this night has the makings for a Twilight Zone episode."

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  "I promise no Rod Serling voice-overs. You're safe with me."

  And for some reason that made absolutely no sense whatsoever, she believed him. Channon spent the next few hours having the dinner and conversation of her life. Sebastian was incredibly easy to talk to. Worse, he set her hormones on fire. The longer they were together and the more laughs they shared, the more incredible he seemed. She glanced at her watch and gasped. "Did you know it's almost midnight?"

  He checked his watch.

  "I hate to cut this short," she said, placing her napkin on the table and sliding her chair back, "but I have to go or I'll never get a taxi out of here."

  He placed his hand lightly on her arm to keep her at the table. "Why don't you let me drive you home?"

  Channon started to protest, but something inside her refused. After the evening they had spent together, she felt oddly at ease with him. There was an aura about him that was so comforting, so open and welcoming.

  He was like a long lost friend.

  "Okay," she said, relaxing.

  He paid for their food. Then he helped her up and into her coat and led her from the restaurant. Channon didn't speak as they made their way toward his car down the street, but she felt his magnetic, masculine presence with every single cell of her body. Though not a social butterfly by any account, she'd had plenty of dates in her life. She'd had a number of boyfriends and even a fiance, but none of them had ever made her feel the way this stranger did. Like he fit some missing part of her soul.

  Girl, you are crazy.

  She must be.

  Channon paused as they neared his sporty gray Lexus. "Someone travels in style."

  Winking devilishly at her, Sebastian opened the car door. "Well, I would turn into a dragon and fly you home, but something tells me you would protest."

  "No doubt. I imagine the scales would also chafe my skin."

  "True. Not to mention, I once learned the hard way that they really do call the military out on you. You know, fighter jets are hard to dodge when you have a forty-foot wing-span." He closed her door and walked to his side of the car.

  She laughed yet again, but then she'd been doing that most of the night. Goodness, she really liked this man.

  Sebastian got into the car and felt his body jerk the instant they were locked inside together. Her feminine scent permeated his head. She was so close to him now that he could almost taste her. All night long he had listened to the dulcet sound of her smooth Southern drawl, watched her tongue and lips move as he imagined what they would feel like on his body, imagined her in his arms while he made love to her until she cried out from pleasure.

  His attraction to her stunned him. Why did he have to feel this now, when he couldn't afford to stay in her time and explore more of her?

  Cursed Fates. How they loved to tamper in mortal lives.

  Pushing the thought out of his mind, he drove her to the hotel where she was staying.

  "You don't live here?" he asked as he parked in the lot.

  "Just here for the weekend to study the tapestry." She unbuckled her seat belt. Sebastian got out and opened her door, then walked her to her room. Channon hesitated at the door as she looked up at him and the
searing heat in his captivating eyes. The man was so hot and sexy in the most dangerous of ways.

  She wondered if she would ever see him again. He hadn't asked for her number. Not even her email. Damn.

  "Thank you," she said. "I had a really good time tonight."

  "I did, too. Thanks for joining me."

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  Kiss me. The words rushed across her mind unexpectedly. She really wanted to know what this man felt like against her.

  To her amazement, she found out as he pulled her into his arms and covered her lips with his. Sebastian growled at the feel of her as he fisted his hands against her back. He clutched her to him as every fiber of his body burned and ached to possess her. Her tongue swept against his, teasing him, tormenting him.

  She brushed her hand against the nape of his neck, sending chills all over his body, making him so hard for her that he throbbed painfully. He closed his eyes while he let all of his senses experience her. Her mouth tasted of honey, and her hands were soft and warm against his skin. She smelled of woman and flowers, and he thrilled at the sound of her ragged breathing as she answered his passion with her own. Take her. The animal inside him stirred with a fierce snarl. It snapped and clawed at the human part of him, demanding he cede his humanity to it. It wanted her.

  He was almost powerless against the onslaught, and his hands trembled from the force of holding himself back. He growled from the effort of it.

  Channon moaned at the fierce feel of his powerful arms locked around her. She was pressed so tight against his chest that she could feel his heart pounding against her breasts. His intensity surrounded her, filled her, made her burn with volcanic need. All she could think of was stripping his clothes off him and seeing if his body really was as spectacular as it felt. He pressed her back against her door, pinning her to it as he deepened his kiss. His warm, masculine scent filled her senses, overwhelming her.

  He kissed his way from her lips and down across her cheek, then he buried his lips against her neck.

  "Let me make love to you, Channon," he breathed in her ear. "I want to feel your warm, soft body against mine. Feel your breath on my naked skin."

  She should be offended by his suggestion. They barely knew each other. Yet no matter how hard she tried to talk herself out of this, she couldn't.

  Deep inside, she wanted the same thing.