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Though still cramped and hurting, she teleported swiftly to Stone but at the same time transformed to Rosamunde’s form in order to create her powerful violet wind. She grabbed his arm and wi

th the elf-lord power on her, she carried him high into the sky. She saw Margetta’s gold light explode over the forest below and the wave of power it carried tumbled her and Stone though the air, but Rosamunde held steady and kept moving.

Stone fought her at first, probably unaware why she’d done what she’d done.

Margetta, was all she could think to path.

As soon as the word hit his mind, he stopped struggling against her power and settled down. He even added his levitation which forged with her own and smoothed the flight out. Together, they went faster than ever.

He drew closer to her and slid an arm around her waist. Where are we going?

I have no idea. Somewhere my aunt isn’t.

Sweet Goddess. She was almost on me, wasn’t she?

Yes. She would have been, but I could feel the vision moving hard. In it, I saw her coming for you.

Sorry I battled you, he said. But I didn’t know what was happening.

There wasn’t time to even speak the words.

I know. But are you okay? I mean, are you still hurting?

Rosamunde love that he remembered how much pain the power caused her. She even smiled. I’ll survive. Do you want to head back to the city? To your Com Center? I can return to Ferrenden Peace if you like.

I’m not sure what the hell I want to do at this point, or what I should do. But every instinct tells me Margetta is after me and won’t give up. We’d better stick together, at least for now.

Chapter Nine

Stone wasn’t sure what he wanted to do or where he wanted to take Rosamunde. The night had already become as volatile as the night before when he’d first slaked his thirst at Aralynn’s vein and learned she was a blood rose.

Only tonight, he’d discovered Rosamunde was Aralynn and that he’d made love to a woman he’d despised for months. Then of course, he’d lost his mind at the Wild Boar and practically killed another vampire because of his bone-deep belief that Rosamunde, as a blood rose, belonged only to him.

The sex.

Sweet Goddess, his mind still spun and she’d been so into him, so much unlike the woman he’d always thought Rosamunde to be.

But what really filled him with confusion was when she’d become Aralynn again and fought beside him.

Rosamunde.

Aralynn.

The same woman.

And she’d saved his life again when Margetta had made yet another appearance.

The whole thing was really fucked up and he found it hard to order his thoughts.

He needed some peace and quiet.

He needed his lake house.

Just like that, the decision was made.

We’re going to my retreat.

He felt her slow down the rapid flow of her violet-colored wind and after a few seconds he was suspended in the air beside her. The temperature was cold since she’d taken them high into the atmosphere.

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