me get there. You and I are… connected somehow. I can
sense it and so can you, Rhawn. You told me so.”
He
shut his eyes. She was right. He did sense it.
Rhawn
still shook his head, his heart breaking. “No matter what I feel, I cannot
help you win this battle.” He whispered. “If you succeed the world will end.”
It might kill her too for all he knew. He could never allow that. “Warr-en is
our only hope. You must join his cause.”
“Did
you meet Warren?! You can’t possibly think that’s true.”
He
tried to believe in the legends, but the incredulity in her tone cut down to
all his secret doubts. Rhawn always questioned when he should surrender to
faith. It was why Notan was forever telling him he was stupid. Smart men
understood without having explanations. You didn’t need proof to know .
The truth was evident to all worthy of seeing it.
“Everything
else the prophesy predicted has come to pass.” Rhawn pointed out, refusing to
admit his failings. “Why would the end be any different?”
“So
you want me to die?”
“ No .”
He roared and then quickly lowered his voice. “You twist my words.” The last
thing he wanted was this woman dead. The thought of existing without her was
unimaginable. Rhawn scraped a hand through his hair and tried to think of a
way out of this mess. What he knew was right warred with his instincts to
protect her.
Lucy
was his mate .
Never
before had he been so sure of anything. When he looked at her, everything felt right. What did that mean? Was this some sort of test that he was
failing?
…Or
was he supposed to keep her safe?
Maybe
this was why she’d been brought to him. Maybe he could get her to see reason
and not doom the world. Maybe he could tap into the good he saw inside of her
and dissuade her from this terrible plan. He latched onto that desperate idea
like a drowning man with a nutyh .
“I’m
not twisting anything.” Lucy retorted. “And I’m not going to doom the world,
Rhawn.” Every time she said his name, he felt a jolt in his stomach. “Your
prophesy is wrong. I’m not the Destroyer. I’m not evil.” She sounded
so convincing and so sure , as she leaned closer to him. “This is very
simple. Who do you want to back in this apocalypse: Me or the guy who flunked
so many classes, he could drive to eighth grade?”
Rhawn
had no idea what “drive” meant, but he understood the gist of that comment.
Did he honestly believe that Warren could ever defeat this woman? Against his
will, Rhawn’s gaze met hers again and he saw the resolve burning in her eyes.
Vulnerability was replaced with boundless determination. She would fight until
the end and she would triumph. The Clan couldn’t stop her. Warren couldn’t
either.
The
woman was so damn bright she could defeat all who opposed her.
Lucy
would win this battle. For good or bad, she would change the world. Nothing
could stop that. It seemed Rhawn had to either kill her or work with her. …And
nothing in this world or any other could ever make him kill his mate.
The
best he could do was try to mitigate the Destroyer’s destruction.
Chapter Five
He
can scent her arousal.
It’s
a heady fragrance and his body responds instantly. Rhawn’s hand slips between
her legs, wanting to feel the moisture he knows is there. His fingers press
open the folds of her body, learning her texture and shape. Slipping deep,
amazed at the heat. Rubbing at a spot that seems to be straining for his
attention.
She
gasps, her hips thrusting against his hand.
He’s
never seen another woman react as she does and Rhawn has
seen many couplings. Clan members often mate within view of each other. The
men like to show their dominance over the woman and the women vie for the
strongest men.
He
would remember if any of them responded like this one does, though. She is an
equal partner in their
sense it and so can you, Rhawn. You told me so.”
He
shut his eyes. She was right. He did sense it.
Rhawn
still shook his head, his heart breaking. “No matter what I feel, I cannot
help you win this battle.” He whispered. “If you succeed the world will end.”
It might kill her too for all he knew. He could never allow that. “Warr-en is
our only hope. You must join his cause.”
“Did
you meet Warren?! You can’t possibly think that’s true.”
He
tried to believe in the legends, but the incredulity in her tone cut down to
all his secret doubts. Rhawn always questioned when he should surrender to
faith. It was why Notan was forever telling him he was stupid. Smart men
understood without having explanations. You didn’t need proof to know .
The truth was evident to all worthy of seeing it.
“Everything
else the prophesy predicted has come to pass.” Rhawn pointed out, refusing to
admit his failings. “Why would the end be any different?”
“So
you want me to die?”
“ No .”
He roared and then quickly lowered his voice. “You twist my words.” The last
thing he wanted was this woman dead. The thought of existing without her was
unimaginable. Rhawn scraped a hand through his hair and tried to think of a
way out of this mess. What he knew was right warred with his instincts to
protect her.
Lucy
was his mate .
Never
before had he been so sure of anything. When he looked at her, everything felt right. What did that mean? Was this some sort of test that he was
failing?
…Or
was he supposed to keep her safe?
Maybe
this was why she’d been brought to him. Maybe he could get her to see reason
and not doom the world. Maybe he could tap into the good he saw inside of her
and dissuade her from this terrible plan. He latched onto that desperate idea
like a drowning man with a nutyh .
“I’m
not twisting anything.” Lucy retorted. “And I’m not going to doom the world,
Rhawn.” Every time she said his name, he felt a jolt in his stomach. “Your
prophesy is wrong. I’m not the Destroyer. I’m not evil.” She sounded
so convincing and so sure , as she leaned closer to him. “This is very
simple. Who do you want to back in this apocalypse: Me or the guy who flunked
so many classes, he could drive to eighth grade?”
Rhawn
had no idea what “drive” meant, but he understood the gist of that comment.
Did he honestly believe that Warren could ever defeat this woman? Against his
will, Rhawn’s gaze met hers again and he saw the resolve burning in her eyes.
Vulnerability was replaced with boundless determination. She would fight until
the end and she would triumph. The Clan couldn’t stop her. Warren couldn’t
either.
The
woman was so damn bright she could defeat all who opposed her.
Lucy
would win this battle. For good or bad, she would change the world. Nothing
could stop that. It seemed Rhawn had to either kill her or work with her. …And
nothing in this world or any other could ever make him kill his mate.
The
best he could do was try to mitigate the Destroyer’s destruction.
Chapter Five
He
can scent her arousal.
It’s
a heady fragrance and his body responds instantly. Rhawn’s hand slips between
her legs, wanting to feel the moisture he knows is there. His fingers press
open the folds of her body, learning her texture and shape. Slipping deep,
amazed at the heat. Rubbing at a spot that seems to be straining for his
attention.
She
gasps, her hips thrusting against his hand.
He’s
never seen another woman react as she does and Rhawn has
seen many couplings. Clan members often mate within view of each other. The
men like to show their dominance over the woman and the women vie for the
strongest men.
He
would remember if any of them responded like this one does, though. She is an
equal partner in their
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