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"She responds to Abigor," I said.
"What?" Theo said, but Luca was staring at me, the faintest red glow around the emerald green in his eyes.
"Luca," I whispered, shifting to face him fully.
He lifted my other hand from where it rested in my lap, grasping both of my hands in his. The ring burned on my finger.
"Julian." Theo's voice sounded as though it was coming from far away. "Start over. Do it now."
But Julian was already moving. A fistful of soil into the fire. Words chanted in Latin. A sharp pain in the back of my hand as his knife widened the wound. Rivulets of my blood dripped into the blackened wood once more. I gasped, the pain clearing my head slightly.
"No," Julian said, his voice tense. "Luca, keep her here. Keep Lilin here. But do not lose yourself."
"I will not," Luca said tightly. "I promise."
And then he leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. Heat roared within me, searing me from the inside out, and I tore my hands from his and raised them to frame his face. His skin was hot, my heart was thundering, and I lost all control in the face of the desire surging within me. Hunger, vast and insatiable, encompassed me. Was it mine? Hers? Did it matter? Luca's lips moved against mine, his tongue sweeping in to claim my mouth. I moaned, my hands slipping down to his shoulders, fingernails catching in the fabric of his shirt as I pulled him closer.
His hand came up and tangled in my hair; his mouth was hot and insistent on mine. Everything outside of the two of us faded into a distant haze. Dimly I registered the heat of roaring flames, a low Latin chant, colors reflecting on the backs of my eyelids. But it all slipped away as Luca's hands roamed down my back, and then abruptly I was moving, his strong hands beneath me, lifting me to straddle his lap.
I couldn't stop myself; I ground against him, the solid feel of him beneath me sending pulses of pleasure sparking through my core. My head fell back on a cry, but he leaned into the movement, his tongue at my throat, his teeth at my collarbone, until I was writhing atop him. My left hand was a blaze of pain, as though the ring were burning through my flesh, but my attention flitted away as his hands swept under my shirt, tracing lines of sweeping heat along my ribs, my stomach, the undersides of my breasts. Black spots crept at the edges of my vision, calling sweetly to me, urging me on.
I gave in.
Darkness.
I came back to myself with the feel of the hard ground beneath my naked back. Strands of Luca's hair gripped in my clutching hands. The heavy weight of him between my thighs.
Darkness.
Slick movements. Skin sliding against sweat-slicked skin, salty against my tongue. I writhed and moaned, arching into him.
Darkness.
Pleasure building inside me. A coiling flame. There were panicked voices in the distance, but I couldn't understand the words—I could only chase the sensation. A mouth on my breast, the clutch of fingers on my hip. A low, masculine groan. The promise of sweet pleasure, of oblivion.
Darkness.
Surrender, she whispered.
I did. It was so easy.
And then—
The vision of brown eyes, a lopsided smile, a fall of black hair. I found a familiar hand clasped in mine, and a voice, echoing as though from a great distance.
"Unicorn," it said. "Stay with me."
I opened my eyes—and they were mine again.
"Theo," I murmured.
"She's back," Theo said urgently. "Julian—she's back."
"Hold her," Julian commanded from behind Theo. "Don't let her slip away again."
Panic in Theo's expression. "But what do I—"
"Just hold her!"
