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Her body is still, but her heart is pounding a million miles a minute, and the pulse on the side of her neck is erratic. I draw her into my arms while still squatting on the floor, tilting her head to face me. "How did you see me fighting? I told you to stay under the bed, no?”
She shakes her head. "No, in my mind. The witch was right. I saw you fight and then saw another shifter flee toward a body of water."
My brow furrows. "I'm still not quite understanding?"
Her eyes bore into mine. “I saw the fight you were just in. I have no clue how, but I saw you remove that shifter’s head and gouge the other one to death with your dagger, and watched the shifter take off. I could see where he was going, all the way to the water.”
There's no way she could have seen anything from this side of the house, but she could be out of breath from running from the other side of the house. "Stay here."
I stalk down the hall and can smell her scent, right up to the elevators where we came up together. I walk past it, and her scent dissipates and doesn't filter through the air after that as much as I try to smell it. She wasn't stalking along these corridors, and a quick peek into each room tells me the same thing.
Tansia is not lying; Matilda was right. And if Matilda is right, Tansia is a witch or at least has powers of sight.
I walk back to the bedroom, and she's sitting in the rocking chair in the corner with the small pillow usually on the seat, hugging it to her slight frame. I pick her up and take her to my bed. “We'll leave as soon as it gets dark again, but until then you need to sleep.” I don’t tell her that it’s probably going to take her some time before her body adjusts to everything that has changed in her world if she is indeed just cominginto her powers whether stemming from witches’ blood or not. Something clearly happened that has her reeling from the shock.
I tuck her in under the covers, and before I can turn to leave, she takes my hand in her small one. “Stay?”
Tansia’s not a witch… How I know, I’m not certain. She's a psychic, or at least someone with extraordinary powers, like her grandmother use to have. She's not a witch, because her grandmother fought with us against the witches. I wouldn't be this attracted to a witch. But I am undeniably attracted to the woman who challenges my authority every chance she gets and who I have an unexplainable desire to protect.
My mind spins with the thought that she may be a witch… She’s not a witch.
I shrug out of my vest, lay my weapon belt on the chair, untie and toe off my boots, before sliding into bed with her fully dressed in my jeans and thermal shirt. She looks at me with those wide eyes. “I’ve been so cold ever since it happened.” I pull her body close to mine, warming her with the heat of mine underneath the blankets. Her heart beats steady and strong, but still faster than it should.
I stroke her hair and pull her to my chest, cradling her in my arm, and hoping her reaction is just a temporary shock that will dissipate by morning. Whatever happened to Tansia was meant to be, written in the Vade Mecum far before tonight. “Shock. I don’t believe you are a witch, but if you saw me fighting, you must have the powers of sight. Lucianna has it, as does our Overmaster.”
“Descallia?”
“Indeed. They can speak to each other using their thoughts. I’ve seen it before, but not to the degree that they are able to communicate so well. Silver, one of the special ops members who you’ll soon meet, is gifted with sight too. Lucianna has been mentoring him for a while. That’s why I think you should spendsome time talking to her when all this is finished. She recognized your future with us from the Vade Mecum.”
She looks at me with curiosity, while her fingers absently stroke the inside of my palm, distracting the hell out of me.
“What is that? Lucianna said almost that very same thing too.”
I shift in bed, and my leg rubs against hers, but I try to keep my mind on the business at hand. “It’s a guide for the vampires that she and Overmaster Descallia live and rule by. Our history is documented as well as our future. And she believes that you are in the future of the vampires in some capacity.”
“And to think yesterday I was a lowly human who nobody gave a rat’s ass about.”
“Right now, I want you to try to get a good day’s sleep. We’ll leave again as soon as it gets dark. You’ll feel better after some time and rest. Once we’ve found Isala, you can talk with Embry and Lucianna. They’ll know how to help you far better than I.”
She nods, and her hand reaches out to touch mine. Her fingers entwine with my own. “Thank you,” she says, laying her head down, nuzzling a few times before finding the perfect spot and finally, after time, allowing herself to calm enough to fall asleep right on my chest.
I lay awake for quite some time, just listening to her breathe, feeling her heart beat against my chest and trying to find sleep of my own.
My mind drifts back to the events of the day, recalling Lucianna saying that Tansia was the redheaded woman referenced in the Vade Mecum. A woman with powers of sight, red ringlets, and crystal jade eyes will partner with a fierce and noble vampire leader.
Tansia…
A soft hand strokes my stomach, trailing south, her hand rubbing over my hardened cock and turning it to stone.
Tansia…
My eyes open wide, realizing it’s not a dream. My hand catches hers on the downstroke… “What are you doing?”
Her voice is small, almost uncertain. “This attraction is burning me up from the inside.”
The sweet scent of her arousal wafts through the air. My dick strains, throbbing in its attempt to get closer to her heat.
I roll her over in one swift move, because there’s no denying her now. This was always going to happen, always meant to happen, because even hearing her breathing beside me turns me right the fuck on. My desire for Tansia is primal, an intense longing that is not going to be put out any other way.
