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  Cyrus sat beside her, injured and hurting, asking for nothing in return.

  A warm glow kindled in her heart. He held her with his gaze, cradling her soul, and smiled, despite the pain. The glow deepened, filling her with sheer splendor.

  Cassian placed his hands on Cyrus’s chest. Before her eyes, the seared wound lightened from charred black to pink, until his beautiful skin was no longer scarred. Her jaw dropped as she stared at his shoulder. He was completely healed. But that was impossible.

  Rasping in deep breaths, the young man grinned. Then he lumbered back to the driver’s seat, put the car in gear and sped off.

  Doubting her eyes, she clasped Cyrus’s cheeks, needing to check him with both hands. Uneasy amazement rattled through her as she skimmed his neck and shoulder. She couldn’t understand how, but, thank goodness, he was healed. She wanted to climb into his lap and shower him with kisses.

  Charged waves radiated from him and lapped at her core. Hunger for him pulsed through the energy surging in her body. Her gaze drifted over his flawless torso. Drinking in every sexy inch of him, she spotted something on his chest, a mark below his heart on his ribcage.

  It couldn’t be.

  Shock lashed her mind as she shook her head.

  Her birthmark was emblazoned on his body.

  She recoiled, her thoughts muddling. Cyrus leaned toward her and grasped her hand. He placed her palm on his chest over the blemish, identical to her birthmark.

  Her fingers traced the raised pattern on his flesh, the same way she had on the back of her neck many times. So odd to see and touch the mark she’d lived with her entire life on his body, as if it belonged.

  Unable to wrap her mind around the inconceivable, she continued to shake her head. “I don’t understand how this is possible.”

  Instinct coaxed her to hold on to him, but she let her hand fall from his chest and scooted away. A twinge sliced through her chest and she hesitated.

  Cyrus pressed a button and a glass partition rolled up, separating them from the driver’s compartment, and the roof turned opaque with a soft glow.

  He closed the space between their faces, caressed her cheek and brought her mouth close to his. The delicious fragrance of his breath, mint and citrus, drew her in even closer. “You and I are joined by fate. We’re Kindred.”

  Chapter Six

  Cyrus caressed Serenity’s cheek, as he groped for the right words to explain what he’d known all his life.

  She pushed his hand from her face. “Kindred?” Her eyes flared. “What are you talking about? How is it possible for us to have the same birthmark?”

  All of his plans, even the way he wanted to explain everything, had disintegrated to ashes. “The bond we share goes beyond the constraints of time, space…the shell of our bodies.”

  He stroked her jaw down to her neck. Lush heat stirred his flesh. “Our souls are one.”

  “Please, say something that makes sense. Those men told me…you aren’t human.”

  “We aren’t human. We’re Kindred.”

  “You’re definitely not like everyone else, but if you expect me to believe that you’re…”

  Her head shook, curly chocolate wisps of hair accentuating the loveliness of her face. He slipped off the band restraining her hair in a ponytail. The wildness of her tresses quickened his pulse. He twined a lock around his finger, petal-soft.

  “That I’m…” Her lips, rose-colored and full, moved but no sound came from her mouth.

  “You and I are kabashem, two halves of one soul.” He lifted her fingers to the mark on his chest. “We’re meant for each other.”

  “What? Soul mates?” she scoffed, skimming the birthmark.

  “Not in the distorted way you think of today. Our affinity is far more complex.” He struggled to clarify. The feel of her fingertips gliding across his chest brought him peace of mind, even though he could practically taste her fear and confusion. They were together. The rest would fall into place. “We’re one soul, split into two different bodies. Our kind—”

  “Our kind?” She pulled away, brushing his hand from her hair, and pressed against the car door. “I asked you to tell me something that made sense.”

  Coldness seeped into his skin down to his blood, penetrating bone. He needed her touch and the warmth of her body.

  He gripped her hands, determined not to let her go. Heat cascaded through his flesh, sparking his arousal. He needed to taste her. To have her open for him so he could bury himself deep inside.

  Desire whipped at his mind, urging his body to action. He strained to focus on her questions to help her understand.

  “You’ve suffered from violent outbursts or depression since you hit puberty,” he said, not knowing exactly how severe things must have been for her, separated from the collective. “You’ve never been sick and if you’ve had an injury like a broken bone, you healed faster than others, than humans. You feel like you’re waiting for something, and once you find it your life will make sense.”

  She stared at him wide-eyed. He could sense her fear draining, but some other emotion was building. Her chest no longer rose and fell. She was holding her breath. She was in shock.

  “Breathe.” He cupped her face. “I know this is sudden and overwhelming, but I’ll help you through it.” He wanted far more than to help her. He wanted to feel her hot body writhing with the need to have his. Above all, he wanted to protect her from every awful thing in the world.

  Serenity clutched the car seat, fingers biting into the buttery leather as Cyrus’s words resonated within. She had experienced episodes of depression for as long as she could remember, but what child who had their parents ripped out of their lives wouldn’t? She must’ve had strep throat or the flu at least once. She combed her memories, but couldn’t recall a single instance when she’d been sick. Yet what he said couldn’t be right.

  “This isn’t possible,” she said. “Energy weapons, instant healing, Kindred aliens—”

  “We’re not human, but we’re not aliens. You and I are halves of the same soul, meant for each other.”

  The idea of predestination or that she had no control over her future didn’t ring true.

  “Are you saying I need you for my life to make sense?” Every instinct screamed for her to slide her hands over his legs, chest—the birthmark—to ignite sparklers of heat in her flesh, but she tightened her fingers into fists instead. “I determine what’s important in my life, and what’s real.”

  “How can you determine what’s important, when you don’t know who you are or where you come from?”

  “You don’t know me.”

  “Let’s suspend the idea that you need me, and let’s entertain the idea that I need you.”

  He grazed her cheek and lips with his thumb. She stared into the dark pools of his dynamic eyes. Animalistic hunger reflected back.

  A moan rumbled in his chest, sounding distinctly similar to a growl.

  “Imagine living in a world with constant overcast skies,” he said. “Picture an arid land, where nothing green can flourish, barren of natural majesty such as flowers or rain. Then one day, you see the sun and the ocean. You feel warmth and the sprinkle of saltwater on your tongue. Imagine smelling a gardenia for the first time or walking on dew-covered moss with your bare feet. How could you go back to an empty world of gray? I couldn’t, even if I wanted.” He sighed. “I don’t know how else to explain what I feel right now, touching you, being near you.”

  Heat simmered in her midsection, rushing up to her scalp and down to her nether lips. He seized her face in his hands and claimed possession of her mouth. His tongue swept in, delving deeply, intent on conquering. He clutched her tighter. The ferocious urgency of his need overpowered all of her restraint, and she surrendered to the embrace of his arms.

  A burning desperation to satiate his hunger dominated her mind. She wanted to please him, to take as much of his energy as she could offer in return. Their greedy tongues entangled. Her back arched, h
is fingers commanding her body to mold to his.

  A swell of desire broke upon her soul, quenching a thirst she never knew she had, effacing all doubt. She didn’t care about yesterday. She didn’t know about tomorrow. Only this sweet, reckless moment mattered, and she never wanted it to end.

  She explored his firm chest and back, delighting in his sculpted muscles and smooth skin. Cradled in silky warmth, she wanted more of him. Buds of pleasure flourished in her core, winding through her body, deepening between her thighs.

  One strong hand curled around her hip. Cyrus slid her body down underneath him, resting her head on the seat. Spreading her legs with his hips, he pressed his body to hers, rubbing the bulge in his pants against her pelvis. Swooning from the weight of his body bearing down on her, she threaded her fingers in his thick hair. He subjugated her with his hot mouth, his rapacious tongue demanding more.

  His savage hands—intense yet in complete control—tugged at her clothes and swept through her hair. She ran her fingers along his spine and buttocks, bringing him closer. His thick erection pressed against her moist sex, their clothing an irritating barrier.

  Waves of his energy washed over and through her, merging with hers. She opened herself to him, ready to share all she had to give. His body hummed like a tuning fork made of chiseled flesh.

  The vibrations of her energy attuned to the flow of his. Visceral threads stretched from her core, connecting them together through their current of energy, anchoring her to him.

  Ecstasy and lightness ballooned inside her, until her body was a buoy floating on pure energy. Pleasure blossomed in layers, deepening, rising…so close to a peak.

  “We’re home,” Cassian said, somewhere in the distance.

  She never felt the car stop and had no idea how long they’d been at a standstill. Her eyes fluttered open. Yearning left her breathless. Cyrus sat up, hovering over her.

  The young man peered at them through a crack in the partition. He must have been quite intrigued by what he saw. His entire body was turned toward them, his nose pressed to the glass.

  “Cassian, get out,” Cyrus said in a low, husky voice.

  The boy hopped out.

  Cyrus caressed her face, drawing closer until he kissed her, a quick brush of his mouth on her lips and cheeks. She wrapped her arms around his waist, running her hands up his back. His fingers slid her shirt up, baring her stomach.

  Her car door opened and bright sunlight intruded.

  She tilted her head back. Glaring light hit her, bringing her back to her senses. She jerked away from Cyrus, scooting upright while adjusting her clothes.

  A little talk of soul mates and she had completely lost her head.

  An attractive man with steely gray eyes scrutinized them. “Cyrus, the team is on the way here. We have to euthanize another with blood frenzy. The situation is dire. It can’t wait.”

  “All right, Abbadon. I’ll be ready by the time they arrive.”

  Chest heaving, Cyrus stared at her, his eyes wild with raw hunger like he wanted to gobble her up. Something told her she’d enjoy every nibble and lick.

  Tucked underneath the weight of his muscular body had been paradise, but impetuous. She had a fiancé. And Don Juan had a lot of questions to answer. Next time, dolling out mystical mumbo jumbo with his shirt off wasn’t going to cut it. Not when armed men had busted into her place, ready to drag her off for a brutal interrogation about him.

  Chapter Seven

  Gripping the leather seat of the car, Cyrus leaned back, eyes locked on Serenity. He bridled the instinctive drive to shut the door for privacy and finish what he’d started. Hell, he didn’t even care that Abbadon was standing right there. He needed to touch her again, needed sweet release.

  Desire had welled up in him so fierce his body ached. A dull soreness pulsed through him. He was in pain. He’d been injured before, but not like this.

  The fibers of his muscles twitched, taut from restraint. Even his skin hurt. He reached out to bring her close, but she shrank back, head lowered and her gaze cast toward her lap. Why wouldn’t she look at him?

  “Cyrus,” Abbadon prodded. “There isn’t much time. Spero and Micah are on the way.”

  She curled her arms around her waist, but still wouldn’t meet his gaze.

  “What about the rest of the team?” Cyrus asked, staying focused on her.

  “I had to send the others to euthanize someone else.”

  Cyrus shot his gaze at Abbadon. “You split up the team?”

  “We received two calls for assistance within minutes of each other. I couldn’t reach you on your cell. I had to make a decision.”

  The team had never been divided. Four might be able to take care of the situation, but nine would be better.

  He opened his car door and stepped outside. Grains of sand shifted in his legs where bones and joints used to support him. His knees buckled and he grasped hold of the door to steady himself. The strain of such self-control had exhausted his strength. The struggle to be near her without having her had weakened him.

  Cassian, who lounged against a tree across the driveway, straightened with alarm. Cyrus raised his hand to stop him from coming over. He didn’t need the boy’s assistance.

  What he did need only one person could give him.

  He peered back inside and extended his hand to help Serenity from the car. She swung her legs out on the opposite side toward Abbadon.

  Cyrus slammed his door, taking in a deep breath. The bulge in his pants hadn’t eased. His phallus throbbed with voracious hunger, demanding satisfaction. He stalked around the vehicle to find out what in the hell was wrong with his female.

  She hesitated in front of the open door as if contemplating whether or not to duck back into the car. As he closed the distance between them and towered over her, she trembled.

  Was she afraid of him?

  He’d never hurt her. He’d endure every form of suffering the world had to offer if it meant she’d never have to know misery or pain.

  Energy surged inside of him. His stream was still connected to hers in symbiotic perfection. He concentrated on the oscillating cords of energy woven between them, binding them to each other. His fingertips tingled as a new kind of vitality zipped through his limbs, strength returning.

  In the stream that united them, he didn’t sense fear from her.

  His gaze fell to the succulent curves of her honey-colored breasts. Black lace cradled her bosom the way his hands and mouth wanted to. A pert nipple begged to slip free.

  She grasped the top of her short-sleeved shirt closed, holding it with her hand. Two buttons must have been knocked off somewhere in the car.

  Her gaze flickered up to his, her eyes bright amethyst jewels. Crimson suffused her cheeks. The color flushed her face and neck. She glanced at Abbadon from the corner of her eye. Her grip on the shirt tightened.

  Cyrus pushed her exposed bra strap up her arm and tucked it underneath the shirt. “Are you all right?” He caressed her shoulder.

  Understanding coaxed the anger from him.

  She nodded and he wrapped his arm around her, guiding her away from the vehicle. She tensed but didn’t pull away.

  Time was not his ally today. He wanted to comfort her, answer the torrent of questions that must be flooding her mind, and make her feel safe.

  She pressed into his side, quivering like a leaf in the autumn breeze. Her warm frame seemed fragile in his arms. The scent of her skin tantalized him, making his passion flare.

  Abbadon stood in his path, arms folded, silently reminding him to hurry. With the team separated, the mission would be twice as difficult and dangerous.

  Duty first.

  Serenity stood beside Cyrus, desperate for answers and for a shred of anything he’d said earlier to make sense. First mercenaries had tried to abduct her, now lover boy had dragged her off to goodness knows where. He wasn’t going to hurt her, that was for certain, but given another opportunity he’d have her naked and on her back, l
onging for more.

  And next time she might not have the strength to resist him.

  She clutched her shirt tighter, wanting to shrivel up from the embarrassment of being caught in the midst of such an indecent moment. She wasn’t that kind of woman for crying out loud, the kind who had casual sex or slept with a guy on a first date or cheated. It’d taken Evan six long years to get into her panties and she’d almost betrayed his trust in the back seat of a car with his client.

  “Serenity, this is Abbadon. He’s a close friend and stays here at the house when we’re in town,” Cyrus said.

  Abbadon stood a tad shorter than Cyrus, dressed in navy fatigues, a sleeveless shirt and boots. Bare sinewy arms accentuated his lean, muscular frame. He’d only spoken for a moment to Cyrus, but his disposition seemed as unyielding as his stiff stance.

  Cyrus dropped his arm from around her shoulder, leaving her exposed, unprotected. She edged closer to him, wanting to snuggle into the shelter of his chest. He was the reason she had almost been kidnapped by thugs and thrust into harm’s way, but she’d never felt safer than enveloped in his warm embrace.

  “And this is my ward, Cassian.” He turned to the young man, who hurried over. “He’s Talus’s brother.”

  “Ward?” Her cheeks burned hotter. “You raised both of them?”

  Cyrus nodded.

  How silly to be jealous of Talus.

  Cassian swooped in and shook her hand in a firm two-handed grip. Charged current nipped her fingers. She waited for the undulations of her core to give her a glimmer of the boy’s soul, but there was only his ecstatic grin and handshake for her to go on.

  “Go to the city and keep your sister company,” Cyrus said to the young man.

  Cassian cast a glance at Serenity. “How long do we have to stay away?”

  “You’re not being exiled. You’d think you two might appreciate a couple of days off.”