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“And yet you found time today.” I glance all around as I pat the rock in my lap, reassured by its sharp edges and heft.
He settles against the stone ledge at his back and spreads his arms wide. Fingers drumming just shy of my shoulder, he says, “I had an irresistible pull to come here, so I followed my instincts, and now I know why.”
He grins in a way so hopeful, I can’t help but meet his smile with one of my own. Though the look is deceptive, just underneath my heart beats in a frenzy, worried that pull he felt was less about running into me and more about reliving the dream.
He holds the look for a moment, then takes a deep breath and disappears under a blanket of bubbles, only to emerge a few seconds later so glistening and gorgeous, it takes my breath away. The two of us sitting in silence—he with his eyes closed, his face soft and dreamy—as I sit right beside him, tense and alert, fingers clenching a rock I have every intention of using if his brother shows up.
The quiet broken when he pops one eye open and says, “So tell me, how’d you find it?” Then opening the other, he adds, “How’d you get to the Enchanted Spring?”
I rub my lips together, unsure how to answer.
“You’re the first person I’ve ever run into.” His face is thoughtful, gaze appraising.
“So that means you’ve never come here with Cade? Never even told him about it?” The words rush from my lips before I can stop them.
Dace frowns, face dropping as though my words have left a bad taste. “Why would I do that?” he says. “In case you haven’t noticed, we’re not exactly close.”
I turn the rock in my hands, sidestepping his original question when I say, “Is that your horse?” I gesture toward the beautiful black stallion grazing nearby.
Dace nods. “Is that your raven?”
I clamp my lips shut. Try to focus on the bubbles, the warmth of the water, the flowering vines that drift down from the trees and sprawl among the rocks, but it’s impossible. I’m too wound up. Prepared for an epic battle or an epic embarrassment—it could go either way.
“So, you’re not going to claim that raven, and you’re not going to tell me how you found the Enchanted Spring?” He tilts his head, studies me closely, but I just look away, refusing his gaze. His eyes are a vortex leading to a place of no escape. And yet I don’t have to look at him to be irresistibly drawn to him. His presence alone is enough.
He pushes forward, moving away from the rock until he’s looming before me. His hair shiny and slick, revealing a collection of features so lovely and sharp, they appear to be sculpted by a talented hand. Eyes gleaming darker than normal, less like aquamarine and more like the deep shade of turquoise found in his mother’s jewelry, he says, “However you managed, I’m glad you found it. From the first day you ran into me at the club, I knew you weren’t like the other girls around here. I knew in that instant you were different.”
“How can you be so sure?” I ask, my voice hoarse, thick, affected by his nearness—the way he hovers so close he’s just a razor’s width away. Remembering what I saw when I spied on him via the raven, the way he used telekinesis to deposit the trash bags into the Dumpster—knowing I’m not the only one who’s different around here.
He throws his head back and laughs, the sight so beautiful I wish it could last. Leveling his gaze on me when he says, “I guess we’re right back to instincts again—so far, they’ve yet to steer me wrong.”
“And what are your instincts telling you now?” I whisper, knowing I can no longer trust mine. He’s thrown me so off kilter, I don’t know what to expect, what to do next, other than tighten my grip on the rock in my lap, and wait for his twin to show up.
He swallows hard. Takes a deep breath as though he’s about to dip under the water again, but instead he says, “They’re telling me to kiss you.”
He leans forward, gaze steeped with intent. And when his hands find my cheeks—when his thumbs smooth my skin—when his gaze wanders over me, devouring all that he sees—well, I can’t help but notice that it’s happening now just like it did in the dream.
I squeeze the rock hard, shift it high on my lap—determined to go with it, see this thing through. Raven brought me here for a reason, and clearly that reason is now.
His face looming before me, lips swelling toward mine, I close my eyes and meet them—telling myself it’s just part of the progression, it’s how the dream goes. The kiss so sweet, warm, and familiar—yet far more soulful than I remembered it being.
“Daire…” he whispers, his voice husky and deep, as his hands explore the length of me. Slipping under my tank top, discovering every hollow and curve. And I’m so lost in the kiss, the heady nearness of him, I hardly notice when he entwines my fingers with his, causing me to lose my grip, as the rock falls from my lap and rushes down past my feet.
I slide my palms over his taut, smooth chest, and anchor my arms around his neck. Hooking my legs around his, I pull him closer, yearning to taste even deeper—when he curls a finger under my strap, pushes it down past my shoulder, clearing a path for his lips as he bends his head toward my breasts—and it’s then I remember—this is how it went down.
This is the moment he’ll be replaced by his demon twin with a snake shooting out of his mouth.
And now that he’s rid me of the rock—I’m left with no way to defend us.
I pull away—the move so abrupt, so unexpected—the strap on my buckskin pouch snaps and sends it flying into the water.
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p; My eyes blaze on his, gasping in panic, when he goes under to retrieve the pouch well before I can move.
I take a quick breath and submerge myself too. Grappling for the pouch, seeing it just below us, resting on a rock, I push him aside, try to fetch it for myself, but he’s quicker, his arms longer, and he’s claimed it well before I can get there.
Heading for the surface, I break free of the water, only to find his face shining with triumph, as he takes a moment to tie the ends back together. Paloma’s voice filling my head, warning me to never allow anyone else to wear it, look inside it, not even briefly, or its power will be lost. And though he’s made no move toward either of those things, I can’t take the chance that his curiosity might get the better of him.
