Page 18 of Emerald Flame
He couldn’t believe this had happened. She’d brought him into her very wolf-like burrow, into a waterfall pool she’d created then into her body. Now she’d given him a kind of healing that would be a blessing the rest of hisalterlife.
His entire body warmed to her. Only it went deeper, tracking through the depths of his soul and spirit. Who was this woman, this witch, this beauty with her brown hair to her waist, her soulful dark eyes, and strong cheekbones?
He searched her eyes wanting to know her in ways he’d never wanted to know analterwoman before. He planted a hand on her chest between her breasts. “Who are you?”
She drew in a sudden breath, not quite a gasp but close. She arched her neck. “Warren, what are you doing?”
“Touching you.”
She met his gaze. “No. It’s more. Be careful, Warren. You have my heart in your hands, literally, and you could crush it.”
He shifted his gaze to his fingers. He’d sprouted fur again. His palm was directly over her heart and the electricity had returned.
He realized he had killing power in his hand, a very warlock ability, yet he also sensed it was something more.
Focusing on his hand over her heart, he mentally pictured her soul. An image formed in his mind of great beauty, of a different pool surrounded by large boulders but in a dark forest. It was daytime, and a shaft of light poured across the sparkling water.
He was looking at Kiara, at who she was. He saw the beauty of her soul and he felt her capacity for love as though it was as deep as the forest. Maybe it was.
Warren, I’m seeing a grotto in the forest and it’s so beautiful.
You’re seeing the images, too?
She nodded.I am. But what am I looking at?
It’s you.
What do you mean?
You’re seeing a reflection of your soul.
He drew his hand back and the image faded then disappeared. He shook his head, mystified. “I don’t get what’s happening here.”
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Kiara stood naked in her burrow bathroom, not a foot away from Warren. She was completely overwhelmed by this unexpected miracle. But she agreed with him. She had no idea what was happening, either.
It was all so bizarre.
Healing and killing power.
Storm power.
She didn’t know what to think.
She planted a hand on his chest, between his heavy, muscular pecs. She took great care because of her killing power. Witches, and their male counterparts, possessed an ability to kill vampires with just a touch of their fingers. But they could also do severe damage to otheralterspecies as well.
Warren wasn’t a vampire, yet she could feel how simple it would be to kill him just as he seemed to be experiencing a similar warlock ability to do the same to her.
She lowered her arm and stared at him. She swallowed hard since her mouth had suddenly gone dry. “We could hurt each other so easily. I could take your life and you could end mine.”
“I know.”
“Then you must trust me if you’ve let me touch you like this.”
“I do. Or at least, as much as I’m able to trust any witch.”
“Understood.” Anyalterperson who’d been burned like Warren would have great reluctance being around people of her kind.
