in the decades
before her arrival. Her smile was drawing attention to her plump
lips, the redness making him want to kiss her until she was
breathless with desire, desperate from wanting him. His smile died
quickly, confusing Sara as he pulled away from her.
His voice was cold, his emotions shuttered the next time he
spoke. “Come,” he ordered as he strode away from her.
The instant he pulled away from her, Sara’s body was infused
with heat. Unwilling to risk another episode, she rushed after him,
gripping his hand tightly as she linked their fingers together.
While the heat from her flames left her when their skin met, heat
of an all-together different nature suffused her bringing a blush
to her cheeks. Her breasts tingled and an ache started between her
thighs as an image of her and Lucian in a heated embrace filled her
mind. The mental image was so vivid that she could almost feel his
lips moving against hers. She stopped suddenly, Lucian's hand
almost slipping from her grip.
Lucian’s mouth opened, ready to snap at her, she was more
trouble than he’d even thought possible but the words died the
instant he looked at her. Her freckled cheeks were flaming red, her
heart was thumping wildly, pumping blood around her body quickly
but it was the scent of her burgeoning arousal that got his
attention. He cursed himself, slamming all the mental walls he’d
acquired over the years down hard. The dazed look on her face faded
and he cursed himself twice over. His bride was far too susceptible
to his influence, his heated imaginings had slipped into her mind,
drawing her into a world that wasn’t really her own.
“ Sorry about that,” she murmured, coming back to her senses
slowly, reluctantly. Her gaze was drawn to his mouth, curiosity
niggling at her. Would his lips really move like that over hers?
Would he really be able to draw such intense reactions from her
body. Yes! Her
mind screamed. Her cheeks flushed an even brighter red and she
turned away from him, pulling him behind her as she strove to reach
the library and put her mind on a more appropriate
course.
“ Do you know where you’re going?” Lucian laughed.
“ I would have thought that obvious,” she responded irritably.
“We’re going to the library.”
“ And do you know where that is?”
“ This way.”
Lucian smiled from behind her, watching her walk undaunted
into the unknown. She was definitely his bride. No other appealed
to him as she did and no other could draw such reactions from him
without even having to try. She began heading in the wrong
direction and he pulled her slightly, encouraging her to move the
right way but still letting her pull him. With Sara leading and
Lucian guiding, they quickly reached the library. The sight of so
many books was distinctly unnerving to Sara. As a blacksmith she
rarely had to read but her spine straightened quickly in
preparation for the task ahead of her. One
of these books might have the answers that I need to save my life.
What’s the worst thing a book could do to me? Nothing.
A short rotund man approached them as soon as the large
double doors slammed loudly behind them. Not even for a moment did
Sara believe that the man was a vampire. His skin was far too
tanned, his green eyes partially obscured by thick spectacles that
a vampire would never need with their superior eyesight, his brown
hair thin and balding. “Lord Lucian.” He bowed
respectfully.
“ Edward, I want a book on the ancient oracle.”
No questions were asked when Lucian issued a command. “Yes my
Lord.”
Edward rushed off, fingers trailing over the worn spines of
the books that he passed. From floor to ceiling, the room was
filled with books, shelves extending far overhead accessible only
by tall ladders. The smell of old paper was heavy in the air,
settling heavily into Sara’s lungs as Lucian guided her to a table.
The smell was very different to the heated metallic smell that
filled her workshop, the sight of so
before her arrival. Her smile was drawing attention to her plump
lips, the redness making him want to kiss her until she was
breathless with desire, desperate from wanting him. His smile died
quickly, confusing Sara as he pulled away from her.
His voice was cold, his emotions shuttered the next time he
spoke. “Come,” he ordered as he strode away from her.
The instant he pulled away from her, Sara’s body was infused
with heat. Unwilling to risk another episode, she rushed after him,
gripping his hand tightly as she linked their fingers together.
While the heat from her flames left her when their skin met, heat
of an all-together different nature suffused her bringing a blush
to her cheeks. Her breasts tingled and an ache started between her
thighs as an image of her and Lucian in a heated embrace filled her
mind. The mental image was so vivid that she could almost feel his
lips moving against hers. She stopped suddenly, Lucian's hand
almost slipping from her grip.
Lucian’s mouth opened, ready to snap at her, she was more
trouble than he’d even thought possible but the words died the
instant he looked at her. Her freckled cheeks were flaming red, her
heart was thumping wildly, pumping blood around her body quickly
but it was the scent of her burgeoning arousal that got his
attention. He cursed himself, slamming all the mental walls he’d
acquired over the years down hard. The dazed look on her face faded
and he cursed himself twice over. His bride was far too susceptible
to his influence, his heated imaginings had slipped into her mind,
drawing her into a world that wasn’t really her own.
“ Sorry about that,” she murmured, coming back to her senses
slowly, reluctantly. Her gaze was drawn to his mouth, curiosity
niggling at her. Would his lips really move like that over hers?
Would he really be able to draw such intense reactions from her
body. Yes! Her
mind screamed. Her cheeks flushed an even brighter red and she
turned away from him, pulling him behind her as she strove to reach
the library and put her mind on a more appropriate
course.
“ Do you know where you’re going?” Lucian laughed.
“ I would have thought that obvious,” she responded irritably.
“We’re going to the library.”
“ And do you know where that is?”
“ This way.”
Lucian smiled from behind her, watching her walk undaunted
into the unknown. She was definitely his bride. No other appealed
to him as she did and no other could draw such reactions from him
without even having to try. She began heading in the wrong
direction and he pulled her slightly, encouraging her to move the
right way but still letting her pull him. With Sara leading and
Lucian guiding, they quickly reached the library. The sight of so
many books was distinctly unnerving to Sara. As a blacksmith she
rarely had to read but her spine straightened quickly in
preparation for the task ahead of her. One
of these books might have the answers that I need to save my life.
What’s the worst thing a book could do to me? Nothing.
A short rotund man approached them as soon as the large
double doors slammed loudly behind them. Not even for a moment did
Sara believe that the man was a vampire. His skin was far too
tanned, his green eyes partially obscured by thick spectacles that
a vampire would never need with their superior eyesight, his brown
hair thin and balding. “Lord Lucian.” He bowed
respectfully.
“ Edward, I want a book on the ancient oracle.”
No questions were asked when Lucian issued a command. “Yes my
Lord.”
Edward rushed off, fingers trailing over the worn spines of
the books that he passed. From floor to ceiling, the room was
filled with books, shelves extending far overhead accessible only
by tall ladders. The smell of old paper was heavy in the air,
settling heavily into Sara’s lungs as Lucian guided her to a table.
The smell was very different to the heated metallic smell that
filled her workshop, the sight of so
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