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“No, he was married to a woman named Noelle.”

Shocked recognition, an inconsolable grief, a woman once beautiful, beheaded, a stake through her heart. The memory was so vivid, so intense, Jacques choked, shoved the information far away from him. But he had recognized her. Noelle.

Shea lifted her head, green eyes searching his black gaze. “You know her.” She shared the memory in his mind, saw the same fragments of images. The glimpse sickened her, the brutality of that death. The woman had been murdered using the ritual “vampire” slaying techniques. Beheaded. The stake.

She is dead.Hesaid it with certainty, with sorrow. Shewas my sister.Shea’s face went white. “Did she have a son?”

A male child.

“Oh, God!” Shea tore herself out of his arms as if burned, leapt up and away from him, her arms covering her breasts, her eyes wild. “This gets worse every minute. My father was probably your sister’s husband.” She backed away from the bed in horror.

You do not know this. It is a big world.

“How many Rands are there from the Carpathian Mountains, someone like you? Someone married to a woman named Noelle, who gave birth to a boy? It was all in my mother’s diary.”

Vampire hunters drove a stake through her heart. Years ago. Years before they got me. I do not remember more. Perhaps I do not care to.

Shea found another shirt, dragged it on. “I’m sorry for her. I’m sorry for my mother. This is all so wrong.” She waved a hand, encompassed the bed. “We’re probably related or something.”

Lifemates are born to one another, Shea. There is only one for each. What your parents or my sister chose to do with their lives has nothing to do with us.

“Of course it does. We don’t know who you really are. We know virtually nothing about you. What I’m doing here with you is against the rules of my profession. We don’t even know if you’re married or not.”

There is only one lifemate, Shea. I know this is all new and frightening to you, but as I must lie here in frustration, you must have patience. We are finding out information in bits and pieces. I ca

The movement brought her back to herself, calmed her as nothing else could. “You aren’t taking care of yourself, Jacques. You can’t be moving around.” She bent over him, her hand cool on his burning skin. The hole below his heart was begi

Jacques closed his eyes as every muscle in his body clenched in response. His reaction to her more than anything else told him that he was healing. His hand knotted in the silk of her hair. I know you think to leave me, Shea, when I am at full strength.Her enormous eyes jumped to his face, watched as he crushed her silky hair to his mouth. You fear me. I can see the fear in your eyes.

Her tongue moistened her lower lip. She looked thoughtful. Jacques found her mind using its ability to shove her emotions aside as it did when she felt threatened in some way. Her intellect took over, assessing the situation between them. “I don’t know what you are, Jacques, or, when you’re perfectly well, what you’re capable of doing. I know nothing of your past or your future. I’m a medical researcher, and, once you recover, it’s very possible we won’t have a thing in common.”

His black gaze did not leave her face. Hard. Watchful. Even his body seemed utterly still. You fear me.He wanted her to face the real issue, not push it aside. You have no reason to fear me.

She tilted her head to one side, red hair cascading in all directions. “You think I don’t? Jacques, you threaten everything I have ever known about life. You changed me. If I was only half Carpathian, or whatever it is—vampire, maybe, I don’t know at this point—you did something to bring me all the way into your world. I’m different now. I can’t eat, I have no human bodily functions, and my hearing has increased even more. All my abilities. Everything. You took away the life I knew and replaced it with something neither of us knows anything about.” She shook her head, then gave in to the desire to tangle her fingers in his jet-black hair. “I will not be like my mother, Jacques, living only for a man. When he deserted her, she waited only until she thought I no longer needed her, and she killed herself. That isn’t love, it’s obsession. No child of mine will ever suffer what her sick obsession with Rand put me through.”



He breathed in her scent, and again the heat was upon him, scorching him with the urgent demand to bury himself in her, to become truly one. I need you, Shea. Is it so impossible to think you might actually love me? I feel your complete acceptance of me. I know it is in you. Rand and your mother have nothing to do with us. You saw the darkness in me, the beast struggling for control, yet you remained. My imprisonment may have destroyed whatever I originally was, and I do not know who I am now. But I know that I need you. Would you really leave me alone?

She felt his despair. “Don’t start believing you’re a monster. The way you touch me sometimes, with such tenderness, that is no monster.” Her body was restless, a need moving over her, through her, a need she had never known before. “You wanted me, Jacques, yet you stopped yourself. You’re no monster.”

Maybe my wounds stopped me, not my self control.She had stopped him with her acceptance of the beast in him.

“You’re tired, Jacques. Sleep for a while.”

He caught her hand, his thumb feathering across the inside of her wrist. Iam not a vampire. I have not turned.

“I don’t understand.”

He closed his eyes, smiled in his mind. She was back to using her professional, scientific voice. You were worried that I had turned. Earlier, in the woods, you were afraid I was a vampire. Just now you thought our people might be vampire. We are Carpathian, not the undead. Unless we turn.

“Would you stay out of my head? Wait until you’re invited.”

If I waited for an invitation from you, little red hair, I would be centuries old before it ever came about.The smile in his mind was just a little too sexy for her peace of mind. I was merely attempting to ease your fears.Now he sounded i

She laughed softly. “Do I have naivestamped on my forehead?” Has anyone ever complained about your bedside ma

Shea raised her eyebrows. “I’m a surgeon. I don’t need a bedside ma

For the first time his sensuous mouth softened, curved into a grin. The effect on her was shattering. It wasn’t right for a male to look that sexy. He should be ba

Handsome and sexy. I must be getting somewhere after all.Histone was lazy, teasing, a little bit husky.

Shea laughed softly. It was impossible to be a

Jacques tugged on her hand, drew her close to the bed so that he could bring her palm to the warmth of his mouth. I am exactly to your taste.

She yanked her hand away as if he had burned her, rubbing her palm along her thigh. The feeling didn’t go away, and neither did the butterflies he had sent winging in her stomach. “How do you know you’re not a vampire?” She needed to distract him, distract both of them. “Maybe you forgot. You’re certainly capable of acting like one.”