Untamed, beastly power.
A power that tells me I’d better as hell get out of here before it’s too late.
I grab my jeans, pulling them on.
I need to get out of here before it’s too late. Before I do damage that can’t be undone.
June—my human—thehuman.
She stares at me from where she lies on the bed, one breast still exposed, her top askew. Hair wild.
“You…you don’t have to go,” she whispers weakly, and I can hear in her voice that she’s already been expecting this.
She’s been expecting it, but she’s hoping for something different.
But she doesn’t understand.
She doesn’t know.
She doesn’t know the sheerpowerraging through my body.
The energy of centuries trapped alone in that void.
And suddenly I almost hate her. I can see it clearly now, the image of that woman who captured me. Her ancestor.
I remember clearly now exactly how similar she looked—everything but her eyes.
My human’s eyes are far too kind.
Too knowing.
She has eyes that look and see and feel.
That other sorceress—she had the eyes of a predator.
So I know I shouldn’t. I’m a bastard and an idiot, but I can’t help it.
All that anger has to go somewhere, and if I’m not careful, I might spend ithere.
“You don’t get it,” I say, buckling my belt and turning to leave.
She stares, lifting her head just enough to look at me. “What don’t I get?”
But I just shake mine.
“Nevermind.”
And I know I’m a bastard because I’ve shocked her, pushing away so suddenly after everything we just did. I’m even more of a bastard, because I’m not an idiot.
I already know the truth.
I know she has feelings for me.
I can see it all so clearly now.
Here I’ve been foolishly trying not to get attached, thinking that would be enough. Thinking all it took was me. But she hasn’t been doing the same.
She doesn’t have any walls up at all.
