She lowered her hand. Despair taking hold, adding to her tangled emotions for this hard man. “It’s gone. I don’t feel the buzzanymore.”
“Good. Whenever it slips free, go back and lock it up like you did today, until it becomes secondnature.”
She nodded, scratching the itch on herwrist.
Shae, we belong together, you and I.Soon…
What the—? She spun around and searched the wooded surroundings, an eerie sensation skating through her. A cascade of goosebumps flooded her skin at the faint voice in hermind.
“Shae?”
She shivered and shook her head. “It’snothing.”
At the burn in her wrist, she frowned at the bloody welts marring her tattooedskin.
Dagan grasped her hand and pushed her bracelets aside, his eyes narrowing. “What happened?” He gently stroked the abrasions with his thumb, and a soothing warmth coalesced over theinjury.
Tell him she was hearing voicesnow?
He’d lock her up for sure, and with her growing powers, she needed the openspace.
“I guess I scratched toohard.”
His mouth thinned. “If the damn thing irritates you, why don’t you get itremoved?”
Shae didn’t respond. Her stomach taut with unease, she cast another look around her as he dematerialized them back to the monastery. It barely registered she had her face pressed against his naked chest, the unsettling words ringing in herhead.
What had the voice meant…soon?
