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we have many gifts. We can run with the animals, soar with the birds, become the mist should there be
need. But there is a price for these gifts. You would inherit these abilities, but you would also pay the
same price."
"Which is& ?"
"The sun is harmful to us. Our bodies become like lead, paralyzed in the light of day. Those of us who
have not chosen to lose our souls can move about in early morning and early evening while the undead
are locked beneath the earth, but we are vulnerable during the afternoon. There are those who hunt us."
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Corinne lay back among the pillows, pale and small. She took his breath away with her slight angelic
smile. "Don't look so anxious, Dayan," she advised softly. "I am having more trouble believing this than
accepting it for myself. I have never been able to run like other children. Now I am stuck on this bed, so
weak I can't carry my own baby without help. You are the one keeping my heart beating." Her long
eyelashes fanned down, two thick crescents against her white skin. "I am locked to this bed as surely as
you say you are locked to the earth. The idea of running with animals and soaring with birds is very
appealing to me. And I am already hunted. Remember, someone killed John and made another attempt
on me. Although the threat is frightening, I can't pretend it didn't happen."
The relief sweeping through him left him feeling weak. Corinne laughed softly without opening her eyes.
"Don't get too sure of yourself, Dayan. I haven't decided if you're a certified nutcase and I should be
screaming down the house for help. I'm too tired to figure it out right now, so you're relatively safe at the
moment."
"At least you are giving me a chance, Corinne, and I cannot ask for more than that. If it becomes
necessary, I can remove your memories permanently."
"You can leave well enough alone, Dayan. I want to know you before I commit my life to your life. I met
John when I was eleven years old. I thought I knew him well, but the truth is, I didn't."
He brushed his hand through the silk of her hair, a soothing caress meant to ease the tension in her. "You
knew him. He did not know you."
She felt tears welling up out of nowhere. John. She never should have married him, never should have
promised what she knew she couldn't give him. She had loved John, but not in the way she should have.
Not in the way he deserved.
"Do not cry, baby, you are breaking my heart," he whispered softly, bending to kiss away her tears. He
pulled his guitar into his lap, cradling the familiar instrument to him. His fingers began to move, flashing
over the strings as if a spell had been cast over him. His offering. His comfort to her. A pouring out of his
deepest soul.
Dayan played softly, his voice filling her mind with love and happiness, with dreams of a life together,
with fantasies of running through the woods in the form of a wild cat, of flying through the air like an
eagle, free and content. Of silk sheets and candlelight. Of children playing in the moonlight, singing along
to his music. Of life. He was offering her life.
Chapter13
Lisa raised her head and looked carefully around the room. Her heart was pounding very loudly and her
mouth was dry. She had no idea where she was or how she'd gotten there. Her last coherent thought was
of getting something to drink from the hospital cafeteria. She was definitely not in a hospital now.
Cullen lay stretched out on a bed, a king-sized mahogany bed, his skin color much less gray. If anything,
Lisa thought he looked even more handsome than before. She touched his face with gentle fingertips, an
unnamed emotion rising sharp and fast out of nowhere. She barely knew him, yet he seemed to mean so
much to her already. That frightened her, as everything frightened her. Life itself frightened her. Lisa knew
there was no real stability; people you loved, people you thought you knew, could turn into monsters
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right before your eyes and plot to destroy you.
She had no right in getting involved in this man's life. He was too good, a steady rock, someone capable
of attempting to protect her against killers with guns. She was damaged, and she would never be all right.
Where Corinne had grown strong and accepted life, had learned to find beauty and goodness in the
world, Lisa thought in terms of shadows. She was so afraid all the time. No matter how hard she tried to
overcome her failings, she knew she could never face the world on her own. Where was Corinne?
Where was her brother? She couldn't go on alone.
'But you're not alone.'Lisa spun around, staring wildly. The room was empty. She was the only one
there. And she hadn't spoken aloud. There was only& Lisa turned back to the bed. Cullen lay with his
eyes closed, but his hand was moving slowly across the comforter to find her fingers. Immediately she
laced her fingers through his. "Thank God, Cullen. I've been so worried."
A faint smile touched his mouth. "I should be sorry I worried you" his voice was quiet but strong "but
the truth is, I'm glad you cared enough to worry."
"Thank God you're awake," she said staunchly. "I don't know where Corinne is, and we aren't at the
hospital. Your friends came and took you out. They said those people would try to kill you if we stayed
there. I thought they'd take us wherever Dayan and Corinne are, but& " She looked around rather
helplessly. "I don't know, maybe they are here; I just woke up myself. I'm not even certain how we got
here."
Cullen's lashes fluttered as he tried to pry open his eyes to see her face. She sounded forlorn and lost
and he wanted to gather her close to him. "Barack and Syndil from the band came, remember? I was
talking to them. I thought I heard Darius too."
She pulled his hand to her chin, held it close against her bare skin. "I don't know any Darius. I can't
remember hearing that name before."
"Darius is our lead singer's brother. He handles security for the band. When Darius is around, you don't
have to worry too much about anything. If he gave the order to move Corinne and me to a safer situation,
they would do it."
"I only saw Barack and Syndil. They were pretty nice, especially Syndil," Lisa said. "I've been so
scared, Cullen. The doctors said you might not survive the night and they told me Corinne and the baby
both were going to die. And then Corinne just disappeared without a trace." Lisa was trying very hard to
keep the wail out of her voice, but it was there all the same and she hated it.
Cullen managed to get his eyes open to look at her. He inhaled deeply, taking in the faint peach [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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we have many gifts. We can run with the animals, soar with the birds, become the mist should there be
need. But there is a price for these gifts. You would inherit these abilities, but you would also pay the
same price."
"Which is& ?"
"The sun is harmful to us. Our bodies become like lead, paralyzed in the light of day. Those of us who
have not chosen to lose our souls can move about in early morning and early evening while the undead
are locked beneath the earth, but we are vulnerable during the afternoon. There are those who hunt us."
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Corinne lay back among the pillows, pale and small. She took his breath away with her slight angelic
smile. "Don't look so anxious, Dayan," she advised softly. "I am having more trouble believing this than
accepting it for myself. I have never been able to run like other children. Now I am stuck on this bed, so
weak I can't carry my own baby without help. You are the one keeping my heart beating." Her long
eyelashes fanned down, two thick crescents against her white skin. "I am locked to this bed as surely as
you say you are locked to the earth. The idea of running with animals and soaring with birds is very
appealing to me. And I am already hunted. Remember, someone killed John and made another attempt
on me. Although the threat is frightening, I can't pretend it didn't happen."
The relief sweeping through him left him feeling weak. Corinne laughed softly without opening her eyes.
"Don't get too sure of yourself, Dayan. I haven't decided if you're a certified nutcase and I should be
screaming down the house for help. I'm too tired to figure it out right now, so you're relatively safe at the
moment."
"At least you are giving me a chance, Corinne, and I cannot ask for more than that. If it becomes
necessary, I can remove your memories permanently."
"You can leave well enough alone, Dayan. I want to know you before I commit my life to your life. I met
John when I was eleven years old. I thought I knew him well, but the truth is, I didn't."
He brushed his hand through the silk of her hair, a soothing caress meant to ease the tension in her. "You
knew him. He did not know you."
She felt tears welling up out of nowhere. John. She never should have married him, never should have
promised what she knew she couldn't give him. She had loved John, but not in the way she should have.
Not in the way he deserved.
"Do not cry, baby, you are breaking my heart," he whispered softly, bending to kiss away her tears. He
pulled his guitar into his lap, cradling the familiar instrument to him. His fingers began to move, flashing
over the strings as if a spell had been cast over him. His offering. His comfort to her. A pouring out of his
deepest soul.
Dayan played softly, his voice filling her mind with love and happiness, with dreams of a life together,
with fantasies of running through the woods in the form of a wild cat, of flying through the air like an
eagle, free and content. Of silk sheets and candlelight. Of children playing in the moonlight, singing along
to his music. Of life. He was offering her life.
Chapter13
Lisa raised her head and looked carefully around the room. Her heart was pounding very loudly and her
mouth was dry. She had no idea where she was or how she'd gotten there. Her last coherent thought was
of getting something to drink from the hospital cafeteria. She was definitely not in a hospital now.
Cullen lay stretched out on a bed, a king-sized mahogany bed, his skin color much less gray. If anything,
Lisa thought he looked even more handsome than before. She touched his face with gentle fingertips, an
unnamed emotion rising sharp and fast out of nowhere. She barely knew him, yet he seemed to mean so
much to her already. That frightened her, as everything frightened her. Life itself frightened her. Lisa knew
there was no real stability; people you loved, people you thought you knew, could turn into monsters
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
right before your eyes and plot to destroy you.
She had no right in getting involved in this man's life. He was too good, a steady rock, someone capable
of attempting to protect her against killers with guns. She was damaged, and she would never be all right.
Where Corinne had grown strong and accepted life, had learned to find beauty and goodness in the
world, Lisa thought in terms of shadows. She was so afraid all the time. No matter how hard she tried to
overcome her failings, she knew she could never face the world on her own. Where was Corinne?
Where was her brother? She couldn't go on alone.
'But you're not alone.'Lisa spun around, staring wildly. The room was empty. She was the only one
there. And she hadn't spoken aloud. There was only& Lisa turned back to the bed. Cullen lay with his
eyes closed, but his hand was moving slowly across the comforter to find her fingers. Immediately she
laced her fingers through his. "Thank God, Cullen. I've been so worried."
A faint smile touched his mouth. "I should be sorry I worried you" his voice was quiet but strong "but
the truth is, I'm glad you cared enough to worry."
"Thank God you're awake," she said staunchly. "I don't know where Corinne is, and we aren't at the
hospital. Your friends came and took you out. They said those people would try to kill you if we stayed
there. I thought they'd take us wherever Dayan and Corinne are, but& " She looked around rather
helplessly. "I don't know, maybe they are here; I just woke up myself. I'm not even certain how we got
here."
Cullen's lashes fluttered as he tried to pry open his eyes to see her face. She sounded forlorn and lost
and he wanted to gather her close to him. "Barack and Syndil from the band came, remember? I was
talking to them. I thought I heard Darius too."
She pulled his hand to her chin, held it close against her bare skin. "I don't know any Darius. I can't
remember hearing that name before."
"Darius is our lead singer's brother. He handles security for the band. When Darius is around, you don't
have to worry too much about anything. If he gave the order to move Corinne and me to a safer situation,
they would do it."
"I only saw Barack and Syndil. They were pretty nice, especially Syndil," Lisa said. "I've been so
scared, Cullen. The doctors said you might not survive the night and they told me Corinne and the baby
both were going to die. And then Corinne just disappeared without a trace." Lisa was trying very hard to
keep the wail out of her voice, but it was there all the same and she hated it.
Cullen managed to get his eyes open to look at her. He inhaled deeply, taking in the faint peach [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]