Love Beyond Sight by Rebecca Royce Page A

impossible for me to get a driver's license."
    She scratched her head. "How did we get here then?"
    "I drove."
    "Well, obviously." She shook her head. "With what car?"
    "One I stole."
    Okay, Samuel liked this conversation less and less. He'd hoped to wait to tell her about his illegal activities until they'd known each other face-to-face for at least a week.
    "You stole a car?"
    She looked so adorable staring at him with moral indignation written all over her lovely face.
    "Going to tell me I'm going to hell?"
    Eden narrowed her eyes. "I'm going to make you think twice before you do bad things. Shall I make a list of what you've done today? You must have broken into my hotel room, kidnapped me, and stolen someone's car."
    "All in the pursuit of your safety, gorgeous."
    She rolled her eyes and dialed a number into the phone. "I won't be responsible for the breaking down of your soul, Samuel."
    "Still think I have one?" He wasn't so sure.
    "I'm not answering that. Hello, Isabelle?"
    And just like that he'd lost her attention. Like the sullen child he'd never been, he felt immensely jealous that all of Eden's attention wasn't on him.
    He wasn't sure he could really do this Outsider thing. Not if he was going to have to constantly share Eden. Gods, what was wrong with him? He didn't behave this way. His face started to itch and he sat down in his chair. Eden spoke on the phone in the background but he didn't listen to what she said. Instead, he spun around in his desk chair, letting it turn round and round until he felt dizzy from it.
    "Okay, we'll come."
    He caught the last thing she said before she hung up the phone. Looking up, he wondered how she intended to get them anywhere given their current situation. He was out of ideas. Or maybe he just didn't care to come up with any. Perhaps he seriously needed a nap. With Eden in his arms. Naked. He closed his eyes to try to push away the unwanted images.
    No use obsessing over what I can't have .
    "You okay?"
    He opened his eyes to regard her. She stood, one eyebrow slanted downward with the opposite hand on her hip.
    "Sure." He tried to smile and must have looked deranged because she didn't stop her intent stare. "I'm not sure why you told them we'd come somewhere when we clearly can't."
    Eden grinned and it lighted up the room more than any light bulb ever could. "We don't need human means of transportation. We have Gabriel."
    "Gabriel?" He stood up. "What is he going to do?"
    "Transport us using his powers." Eden shoved her phone in her pocket. "Anything you want to bring with you, get it on your person now because any moment we'll going to move across the country. The whole trip should only take a matter of minutes."
    Samuel didn't like the sound of that. "Eden, I'm not sure I want to do that. It sounds… weird."
    "It is. I've only done it once and over a short distance. One end of the house to the other when he practiced. But, it'll get the job done."
    "What if he, I don't know, scrambles us up?" Samuel didn't know Gabriel. He didn't trust him and he wasn't going to risk Eden on an untried entity.
    "Are you nervous?" She grinned, walking toward him.
    "No, it's not that…"
    She laughed. "Liar."
    Eden placed her arms around him, hugging him tight against his body. Her scent filled his senses and he relaxed. "I don't want anything happening to you."
    "All will be well. I've had the premonition. I saw us in New Orleans. We end up there."
    "Eden." He kissed her forehead. "You've been wrong before."
    "But this time it was different."
    Samuel felt his skin start to itch and not just on his face. His arms, his legs, his torso—they all started up at the same time.
    "What the…"
    Eden interrupted him. "It's Gabriel. He's moving us." She winked. "See you down South."
    "No, wait…"
    The world spun around him and he heard himself scream. Never again. He wouldn't ever do this again. Never. Ever .
     
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    Samuel came to with a start. He was flat on his back. Flinching, he