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But he remained connected.
Her fingers stroked the nape of his neck. He shifted and found her lips, kissing her over and over. He didn’t want the moment to end.
But even as the thought went through his head, a very different, but very familiar sensation of panic rose within him. He couldn’t be this close to Rachel. He couldn’t stay in this position.
He started to pull back, but she caught him, gripping his shoulders hard. “Duncan, don’t. Look at me. You have to try.”
He shook his head. “Rachel, I can’t. You don’t understand me. You never have.”
“You said you would try.”
“This thing,” he lifted up and put a hand to his chest. “It’s like a snake that keeps biting. I can’t be close. I can’t.”
And without another thought, Rachel let him go.
But he didn’t know why. Usually, she pushed him and argued.
~ ~ ~
Rachel was stunned. Yes, Duncan was building his wall, but this time he’d just said more to her about what he was feeling than during all the on-and-off times they’d been together.
She’d heard the panic in his voice as though it had echoed down the years.
“What happened to your mother?” she asked.
He made eye-contact, another unusual response. “Why are you talking about her?”
“Did she die?”
“I … I don’t know.”
“What did Carlyon tell you?”
“That she never wanted to see me again.”
Oh, God.
She could sense his pain as he left the bed and moved into the bathroom.
And for the first time since she’d been involved with Duncan, she didn’t just lash out at his withdrawal. She didn’t exactly understand why she wasn’t yelling at him right now. But she thought it might have something to do with her own part in their fighting-drama.
She realized that the profound events moving through her life were having an effect on her soul as much as they were continuing to shift the path of her life. Her new powers, for whatever reason, were forcing her toward Duncan, to be with him, to engage with him.
And something within her stopped fighting.
Folding a washcloth into her hand, she pressed it between her legs for a long moment, then put it in the hamper. Duncan had released at least three times into her. Unbelievable.
She heard the shower running.
I’m sorry, he sent.
It’s okay, Duncan. It is and I’m still here.
What? His voice within her mind sounded incredulous. Why?
Yep, she’d had her own pattern and role through the fiery battles of their former love life.
Without warning, a familiar rumbling sounded and this time, she knew she had to act fast. She folded first to the shower then surrounded Duncan with her shield.
