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.My throat was dry, so I went ahead and drank.Maybe he was trying to drug me or something, but I sort of doubted it.I’d just watched him break the seal on the bottle of San Pellegrino.“I doubt it was out of the goodness of his heart, but Damon only knocked your cousin out.Murder is hard to cover up, even for a warlock.There would be too many questions.Possible repercussions.He just wanted to get in, get you, and get Adam out of the way.Simple enough.”I didn’t think it was all that simple, even though I let out a mental breath, and the tiniest bit of the tension in my throat seemed to ease.Adam was still alive.He wasn’t dead because of me.Hardening my voice, I said, “There are still going to be repercussions.If you think my clan is just going to sit idly by — ”“And how much can they do, deprived of their prima? Not to be rude, Angela, but even with you there they weren’t exactly a match for us Wilcoxes.And with you gone….”He let the words trail off.There wasn’t much need for him to say anything else.I loved my clan, loved each and every one of them for their quirks and their odd little habits, but I knew they weren’t strong enough to take on the Wilcox clan.Not by a long shot.If I dwelled on that, I knew I might break down.It was so late, and I was so, so tired.I set down my glass on the counter and decided to move to another subject.“So it was all a lie — grad school, and Tempe, and final projects.Everything.” I looked up at him, at those painfully familiar green eyes.Maybe I should have been on guard against such a simple glamour, but again, that wasn’t the sort of thing the McAllisters did.We were who we were, with no need to hide it.“Even your eye color.”“It was necessary.” He shook his head.“Anyway, a lot of what I told you wasn’t exactly a lie.I did go to school in Tempe, but that was a few years ago.”“But you did want to know about our trip to Phoenix so you could report back to your brother.”His shoulders lifted.He didn’t bother to deny it.“And you were stalking me, showing up at the Day of the Dead festival like that.” Angry tears pricked the back of my eyes as I recalled how nice he had seemed, while the whole time he was just collecting data for his brother.Stupid for me to be upset about that part, but I couldn’t help it.I’d had an image of this Chris Wilson person in my mind and my heart, and it hadn’t been real at all, only a mask he’d put on to conceal himself from me.He ran a hand through his hair.It needed cutting, and fell back over his forehead.“Look, Angela, it’s almost four.Do you think we can hash this over later? Like, in the morning after we’ve both gotten some sleep? I promise that I’ll try to explain things to you then, but you’ve been through a lot today, and I think it’s better if you get some rest.I swear you’ll be safe here.”Despite his attempt at reassurance, panic washed over me at the thought of sleeping here in his apartment with him.Even now, angry and frightened and weary as I was, I could still feel the electricity sparking between us.But I couldn’t get out.The place was as locked down for me as a vault at Fort Knox.What he saw in my face, I couldn’t say for sure, but his expression softened.“I have a guest room.You’ll be fine.”“I highly doubt that,” I retorted.“Okay, then you’ll survive.” Bending down, he retrieved a dark duffle bag from where it had been sitting on the floor, halfway hidden by the kitchen cabinets.“I have some stuff here for you.” He extended his arm, clearly intending for me to take the bag.“What is it?”“Some clothes.Boots.Underwear.” His eyes glinted, and for just a second he looked a little too much like his brother for my comfort.“It’s the stuff you picked out in Phoenix, and some extra.Damon took it with him that day.He needed to know your sizes so he could have some of the women in the clan get some things together for you.”So that was why Damon Wilcox had stolen my bag from Nordstrom Rack.I didn’t really want to dwell on him going through it and figuring out my panty and bra size.On the other hand, it meant I at least had a change of underwear.“Thanks,” I said grudgingly.“Let me show you where the spare room is,” he replied, seeming glad that I hadn’t pushed back on that one.Just inside the entryway and past the bathroom there was a flight of wooden stairs that doubled back on itself.We emerged in a short upstairs hall.At the end of the hallway was another window, but I couldn’t see anything except black night beyond it.On one wall was a single door, while on the other there were two.He opened the second door and flipped the light switch.“Here you go.”It wasn’t very large, maybe ten feet by ten feet.A twin bed covered in a plain brown spread was pushed up against one wall, and there was a table and chair tucked against the opposite wall.More paintings hung in here.A Navajo rug covered the floor.“The bathroom is next door,” he went on, as casual as if I were just a friend stopping by to hang out for the weekend, rather than the girl his family had kidnapped…as if I weren’t the one somehow fated to be with him, if our physical reaction to one another were any indication.“And I’m just across the hall, so if you need anything, knock.” Not meeting my eyes, he added, “I’ll make sure to put on something besides just underwear.”The thought of him wandering around up here in just a pair of boxer-briefs was enough to relight that flame in my core.I sucked in a breath, reminding myself of Adam, knocked aside like a rag doll, of my family realizing sometime in that bleak December morning that I’d been snatched from under their very noses.For some reason I thought of all their presents, wrapped and waiting for them under the tree Adam and I had set up in the living room, and the realization that I wouldn’t be there to spend Yule with them made the tears start to my eyes again.No, I couldn’t cry, and I wouldn’t let myself think that way.There was still time.They would come for me.They had to.Coldly I said, “Thanks,” to Connor, then turned away from him and set the duffle bag on the floor.He seemed to hesitate before saying, “Goodnight, then,” and going out to the hallway and shutting the door behind him.For a minute I didn’t do anything, only stared at the plain little room, at the oddly masterful paintings of canyons and mountains and high desert hills on the walls.Then I went over to the bed and fell rather than sat down on it, my head spinning.Connor Wilcox was the man I’d been dreaming of since I was sixteen years old.He’d awakened the prima’s fire within me, but it wasn’t completely alive.Not yet.We would have to be together fully as man and woman for that to take place.I couldn’t let it happen, though, not here in the heart of their territory.That would mean my powers would belong to the Wilcoxes, and not the McAllisters.I would have to find some way to resist him [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]