audience before the house lights had dimmed at the start of the ballet. He knew every member of The Clann, and he and his daughter were the only ones in attendance tonight. He also would have heard if any of them were helping out with the show. Chrissy’s powers wouldn’t kick in until she hit puberty in a year or two. And no woman, no matter how stunningly beautiful, had ever made him lose control over his own power. So if it wasn’t Chrissy and it wasn’t him…
He sat up, hands gripping his knees, his gaze unmoving from the female dancer spinning like a top within her partner’s grasp. The prickling had begun as soon as she’d taken the stage. For a brief second when she stopped turning, he could have sworn she looked right back at him. Her wide eyes shown a pale silver just before her partner sank to his knees and lifted her into the air, forcing her to look away.
Could this Lorena Childs somehow be an unknown descendant of The Clann?
He’d always believed The Clann’s elders had full knowledge of the identities and whereabouts of every descendant. After all, knowing who had their families’ power-laced blood was crucial to ensure that every descendant knew how to control those abilities and protect their secrets. The ability to use real magic was only acceptable in the movies. No one really wanted to worry about whether they were under someone else’s magical control. And here in Taylorsville , a small city big on its Bible belt beginnings, if the descendants’ ability to use power was ever revealed by even one person, every member of The Clann would be in trouble. They all had to keep track of their fellow descendants.
But what if the elders had missed identifying one?
Once again upon her toes, Lorena spun away then returned to her Romeo’s embrace. Conor couldn’t take his gaze off of her hands and the way they caressed her partner’s cheek and shoulder.
Hands that looked so graceful yet must be casting a spell right now.
The prickling sensation spread over the backs of his hands, drawing a scowl across his face. Lorena was impressive, he’d give her that. It had to take some kind of focus to use power and dance on stage before an audience of hundreds at the same time. But why was she doing it? So she could dance better? And what kind of descendant had the strength to use this amount of power for so long? The feeling should have begun to fade or at least grow in intensity to signal the nearing climax of the spell. Yet it continued to swarm over his skin at a steady level.
His fingers literally itched to rub at his skin. Instead, he gripped his thighs even as fury welled up to burn his throat. His gut told him the prima ballerina was the cause of this prickling sensation, but he would have to stick around after the show to be sure. If Miss Lorena Childs was the one so blatantly using power before an audience of hundreds, he would be personally escorting her to the elders himself.
Chapter 3
Lorena
T hat mysterious scent was going to drive her out of her mind.
Lorena had managed to endure the tantalizing aroma for two hours now, nearly weeping with relief halfway through at the intermission, which had given her a too brief respite in her dressing room. But as soon as she’d returned to the stage after the break, that scent was back, filling her nose and lungs, wrapping itself around her tongue. Even after she stopped breathing, she couldn’t get that aroma out of her head. Couldn’t escape the need pounding at her temples and clawing at her stomach.
Oh sweet Lord how she needed. And because she wasn’t due for another blood transfusion until next week, she’d left all her supplies in her hotel room. She would simply have to find a way to make it through the rest of the show and then at least a half hour of mingling with the audience and signing autographs before she could get away.
For the first time in her life, she’d dreaded returning to the stage and actually looked forward to
He sat up, hands gripping his knees, his gaze unmoving from the female dancer spinning like a top within her partner’s grasp. The prickling had begun as soon as she’d taken the stage. For a brief second when she stopped turning, he could have sworn she looked right back at him. Her wide eyes shown a pale silver just before her partner sank to his knees and lifted her into the air, forcing her to look away.
Could this Lorena Childs somehow be an unknown descendant of The Clann?
He’d always believed The Clann’s elders had full knowledge of the identities and whereabouts of every descendant. After all, knowing who had their families’ power-laced blood was crucial to ensure that every descendant knew how to control those abilities and protect their secrets. The ability to use real magic was only acceptable in the movies. No one really wanted to worry about whether they were under someone else’s magical control. And here in Taylorsville , a small city big on its Bible belt beginnings, if the descendants’ ability to use power was ever revealed by even one person, every member of The Clann would be in trouble. They all had to keep track of their fellow descendants.
But what if the elders had missed identifying one?
Once again upon her toes, Lorena spun away then returned to her Romeo’s embrace. Conor couldn’t take his gaze off of her hands and the way they caressed her partner’s cheek and shoulder.
Hands that looked so graceful yet must be casting a spell right now.
The prickling sensation spread over the backs of his hands, drawing a scowl across his face. Lorena was impressive, he’d give her that. It had to take some kind of focus to use power and dance on stage before an audience of hundreds at the same time. But why was she doing it? So she could dance better? And what kind of descendant had the strength to use this amount of power for so long? The feeling should have begun to fade or at least grow in intensity to signal the nearing climax of the spell. Yet it continued to swarm over his skin at a steady level.
His fingers literally itched to rub at his skin. Instead, he gripped his thighs even as fury welled up to burn his throat. His gut told him the prima ballerina was the cause of this prickling sensation, but he would have to stick around after the show to be sure. If Miss Lorena Childs was the one so blatantly using power before an audience of hundreds, he would be personally escorting her to the elders himself.
Chapter 3
Lorena
T hat mysterious scent was going to drive her out of her mind.
Lorena had managed to endure the tantalizing aroma for two hours now, nearly weeping with relief halfway through at the intermission, which had given her a too brief respite in her dressing room. But as soon as she’d returned to the stage after the break, that scent was back, filling her nose and lungs, wrapping itself around her tongue. Even after she stopped breathing, she couldn’t get that aroma out of her head. Couldn’t escape the need pounding at her temples and clawing at her stomach.
Oh sweet Lord how she needed. And because she wasn’t due for another blood transfusion until next week, she’d left all her supplies in her hotel room. She would simply have to find a way to make it through the rest of the show and then at least a half hour of mingling with the audience and signing autographs before she could get away.
For the first time in her life, she’d dreaded returning to the stage and actually looked forward to
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