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.Calm, stay calm.He fixed his eyes on the paling human, capturing Dennis's gaze and refusing to release it.The scent of roses began to drift from him, thickening the air.Dennis gulped again, but his eyes began to glaze over.“I asked you a question,” Lucien said softly, “and now you will answer.What did the woman buy?”“Three strawberry-and-cream lollipops,” was the trancelike reply.“But she didn't buy them.She just grabbed them and walked off.I didn't try to stop her or anything, I swear.”“Show me the lollipops.”With people moaning and muttering in protest at the delay—until Lucien glared at them and they quickly hushed—Dennis left the register and led him to the candy aisle.He pointed to a half-empty box of lollipops.Lucien pocketed two, not allowing himself to smell them as he so badly wanted, and withdrew several bills.Wrong currency, but giving the boysomething was better than nothing.“How much do I owe you?”“They're on me.” Dennis held up his hands in a pretend show of friendship.He wanted to force the boy to take the money, but did not want to cause even more of a scene.In the end, he stuffed the bills back inside his pocket.“Return to your register,” he said, then pivoted to slowly survey the rest of the store.On the spiritual plane, there were millions upon millions of colors.Sorting through them proved tedious, but no one dared bother him and he was finally able to locate Anya's unique essence.His blood heated.Everything about her, even the minute mist she left behind, called to him, drew him.And, if he wasn't careful, would ensnare him.She was just so…captivating.A beautiful enigma.Lucien left the store and returned to the abandoned alleyway, where he once again dematerialized into the spirit realm.He flashed to Anya's next location—And found her in a park.Finally.Looking at her, the sharp ache returned to his chest and he suddenly had trouble drawing in a breath.Right now, she appeared serene, not at all like the temptress in the club.She sat on a swing, sunlight bathing her in a golden halo.Back and forth she rocked.She seemed to be lost in thought, her temple resting against the chain that anchored the swing to the rail.That silky, silvery hair cascaded down her arms, wisping across her pixie face every few seconds as the wind rolled.He was struck by a nearly inexorable urge to fold her in his arms and simply hold her.Had a woman ever looked so vulnerable? Had a woman ever looked so alone? She licked one of the lollipops she'd stolen, the pink tip of her tongue flicking out, circling the rosy candy.His cock jumped in response.No.None of that.But the command failed to lessen his desire.However long it takes, whatever you have to do, you will bring her to me,Cronus had said.Or all those you love will suffer.Lucien felt a spark of anger leap through himself, but he quickly tamped it down.No anger.He was Death.Right now he had no other purpose.Emotion would only hinder him; he knew that well.However longs it takes.Cronus's voice once again echoed in his mind.For a moment, only a moment, Lucien entertained the possibility of taking forever.An eternity.You know what happens when you hesitate.The one destined to die suffers a far worse fate than originally intended.Do it! Or your friends, too, will suffer a far worse fate.Determined, Lucien materialized and stepped forward.Gravel crunched under his boots, and Anya's head snapped up.Instantly their gazes locked.Her crystalline eyes widened, filling with such intense heat and longing they singed him.Her mouth fell open in shock as she popped to her feet.“Lucien.”The sweetness of her voice blended with the strawberries-and-cream scent she emitted.As his body tensed erotically, his resolve weakened.Again.Stay strong, damn you.Not realizing the danger she was in, she remained in place, still peering over at him through the thick shield of her lashes.“How did you find me?”“You are not the only being capable of tracking an immortal,” he replied, giving her only half of the answer.Her gaze traced over him, so hot he thought she might be mentally stripping away his clothing.Women simply did not look at him like that.Not anymore.And that this one did…He was having more and more trouble controlling his reactions.His cock grew harder with every second that passed.“So you've come to finish what we started, have you, Flowers?” She sounded eager.“That is not why I've come.” He spoke the words precisely.There is no other way.You must do this deed.Her lush red lips edged into a frown.“Then why—” She gasped and anchored one hand on her suddenly cocked hip.“Did you come to insult me some more? Because you should know, I'm not going to tolerate it.I amnot unimportant!”Oh, yes, he had hurt her, and the knowledge once again filled him with guilt.Foolish to feel guilt when he'd come here to hurt her irrevocably, but the emotion proved too strong to fight.Still he repeated, “That is not why I've come,” this time adding, “I'm sorry, Anya, but I've come to kill you.”CHAPTER THREEI'VE COME TO KILL YOU.The words echoed through Anya's mind, a bleak promise she couldn't quiet.Lucien never joked.She knew that well.Had watched him all these weeks without seeing a single smile or hearing a hint of humor pass his exquisite lips.More than that, the spirit of Death radiated from him now, a skeletal mask glowing underneath his skin.The scent of roses thickened the air, almost mesmerizing, beseeching her to do anything and everything he asked.Even die.Her heart skipped a beat.She'd seen him take a soul before; it had been a morbidly beautiful sight, yet one she'd never thought to experience firsthand.She was immortal, after all.But she knew better than most that even immortals could be slain.The night she'd cut the heart from the Captain of the Guard, ending his miserable existence once and for all, the prospect of mortality had become very clear.Of course, it had become even clearer after her arrest and subsequent imprisonment while the gods debated what to do with her.Every day inside her cell, the bars had seemed to tighten around her and the screams and moans of the other prisoners had seemed to grow louder.Maybe they'd been her screams.Being unable to nourish her need to create disorder had hurt unbearably.She'd quickly realized life, even for an immortal, could be ruined or ended too soon.And she'd decided to fight for hers, then and always.No matter what.Freedom, whether physical or emotional, would never be taken from her again.The gods had thought otherwise.Ultimately they'd decided to make her a sex slave to their warriors.A fitting punishment , they'd said.She'd taken their captain; now she could comfort the captain's army.It would have destroyed her—mind, body and soul.Her determination might have withered.But her father had come for her, rescued her, despite the retribution he would heap on himself.Once again, she'd been free.Once again, she'd had a chance at the happiness she'd always craved.And now Lucien, a man she desired, a man she'd kissed, wanted to end her, takeeverything from her? A thousand different emotions bubbled inside her, and she wasn't sure which to concentrate on first.Fury? Confusion? Hurt?“Why do you want to hurt me?” she demanded.“I do not want to hurt you.I must [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]