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He was as she remembered him, unutterably handsome, even more so up close like this, the planes of his face strong, his lips full and sensual. She felt drawn to him like sun to the desert. The smell of him struck her nostrils and buckled her knees.
She leaned close and drew in a deep breath. His familiar scent assailed her, of cardamom and his tough leathery musk. The combination caused her internal muscles to clench and shivers to fly down her neck and back. She wanted to touch him … everywhere.
Her conscience assaulted her. The warrior was clearly out cold, severely wounded, and all she could think about was putting her hands on him? Where had her professionalism gone? Her humanity? Had she no sense of decency?
Apparently not since she settled her hand on his arm, the swell of his muscles warm and thick beneath her fingers.
Come to me.
She heard his voice again within her head.
Once more she sent, I’m here.
He groaned.
Alison closed her eyes. Winter drifted out of her life and spring emerged, little shoots of bright green rising everywhere. Her lungs opened. For how many years had she been holding her breath, longing to breathe, hoping to have a man in her life who wanted her in this way? How long? Tears bled from her eyes.
The answer was simple.
All her life.
She took in a mainsail full of air. She opened her eyes and looked down at the vampire. She fell into the addiction of him, hard, complete, secure.
She worked her hands down his body. Nothing seemed to be broken, but her fingertips hummed strangely and her attraction to him increased tenfold. Shivers stole up her arms and down her neck. His warrior world had hardened every muscle of his body. The scent of cardamom rose again. She leaned close and inhaled once more.
She wanted him painfully but she worked to get hold of herself. She continued down his legs. All his bones remained intact. She couldn’t find even an abrasion, let alone a deep gash or wound—nothing to indicate serious trauma.
Unfortunately he was still unconscious, so he must at least have a concussion.
It dawned on her that she should call 911.
Could emergency services treat a vampire?
Well, no time like the present to find out.
Maybe the circumstances surrounding his accident were a little bizarre but he obviously required medical attention.
Still, she found it almost impossible to leave his side. It was as though an intangible force bound her to him.
Seriously, she should tear herself away from him long enough to make sure he stayed alive.
She drew in a deep breath and ignored the humming of her fingers as well as the profound need she felt to keep touching him. She took two steps away, took another frayed breath, then hurried around to the driver’s side of the car.
She got in and reached for her purse then withdrew her cell. She had just poised a finger over the number nine when Kerrick started to move. He flexed his right arm like he was simply enjoying the feel of his muscles.
Ascension offers a new life,
But the mortal without understanding repeats the past.
—Collected Proverbs, Beatrice of Fourth
Chapter 9
Crace bid good-bye to his heavenly wife, his body sated, sex hormones drifting lazily through his veins. He thought the thought and returned to the bathroom in his new suite next door to the Commander. He washed his hands and smiled.
The planets were most definitely lining up.
His dear Julianna had arrived in Phoenix Two half an hour ago and he’d installed her at the Bredstone at White Lake, the finest hotel in the Western Hemisphere. The Bredstone had every amenity, suitable for visiting dignitaries and especially for his wife, who deserved the best that immortal life had to offer. Tracing to her, thank God, had been but a single thought.
His wife was the most perfect partner a vampire could ever wish for, beautiful and rich, extremely well connected, powerful, and she loved his body.
He checked his Rolex. He’d been gone a bare nine minutes. Excellent.
Now a little cleanup, then back to the war room to see how things were progressing. Leto had been as good as his word. He had been checking in every ten minutes, each time with a text of three zeros to indicate there was still no sign of the ascendiate.
There could be no question—the ascension was happening. He felt it now, in his bones, in his mind, a vibration, which had the entire compound jittery.
He felt wired yet exhausted at the same time. It was after three in the morning, which meant five in his beautiful Chicago. No wonder he felt strung out. He’d been awake for about twenty hard hours.
He had just splashed water on his face when he heard a thumping noise. He toweled off then headed into the living room. For Christ’s sake, who was pounding on the door?
His face flushed red hot. If there was one thing he would not tolerate, it was this sort of disrespect. He reached for his phone, which he had turned off, for nine minutes.
Then he saw the messages.
All of them.
Oh, shit.
No. No. No.
Leto had called. And called then texted. Need a dump to Mortal Earth. Now.
His heart seized.
The window had opened then closed and he’d been gone the exact nine minutes he’d been needed.
How was that for f**king destiny?
He pulled the door open. An administrative assistant stared at him wild-eyed. “General Leto needs a dump through the Trough. You’re the only one with enough power. The Commander can’t be reached.”
If he’d been a woman, he would have fainted.
Nine f**king minutes may have just cost him a seat at the Round Table. There still might be enough time. He folded to the war room.
But when he got there, all six of the Commander’s Phoenix Two generals stared at him with unmitigated hostility and a bounty of rage.
“Where are we?” he shouted.
“Well, you finally made it,” the general sneered, the vampire whose office he had taken. “Let me fill you in. The female ascendiate finally answered her call to ascension, one helluva hand-blast up the Trough, so we were good to go in pursuit.” His sarcasm fired Crace’s temper but the bastard continued, “Naturally, Madame Supreme High Administrator dumped Kerrick into the Trough on the three-minute cycle, you know, because of all the power she has, and if you remember you were supposed to be here to do the same thing for Leto as needed. However, because you weren’t here, I had to glide Leto down on the seven-minute cycle, along with two of his death vamps, since no one here but you has enough power to effect the f**king dump. We won’t know anything for a few more minutes but he’ll be too f**king late since the ascendiate has a car in the alley.
