Page 17 of Enchanted Kisses
Run? I could barely stand.
He brushed my cheek again, then loosened his hands around my waist and slid them away.
I fought the urge to pull them back around me. With my feet firmly on the ground, I faced him and gasped.
Not Caiden. Not Dagan, either. This guy was tall and heart-achingly gorgeous.
“Who are you?” I asked in a hoarse voice.
His skin was as unique as Dagan’s, only it shimmered as if dusted with gold. His fitted blue tee and low-waisted jeans were ordinary enough—even though the lean-cut body beneath was anything but. His chiseled features were Burberry model-worthy.
I’d never seen anyone like him, unless you counted Dagan. Although this guy seemed the polar opposite, right down to his warm hair, highlighted with what looked like threads of gold. He raked his fingers through it, in a sexy, familiar way that reminded me of Caiden. When his gaze finally lifted to mine, turquoise eyes I’d know anywhere glowed at me.
I didn’t understand.
I stepped back with a frightening thought.What if this is Dagan somehow disguised?He’d proved he could do unbelievable things—magical things. Maybe he pulled Caiden from my thoughts and tried to replicate him so I wouldn’t run. Or maybe I was crazy-stupid and needed to be locked up in a mental institution.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Confusion showed on his face.
I turned and ran for my house.
“Lily, wait!” he yelled, sounding exactly like Caiden. He chased after me.
I glanced back to see how close he was.
His gaze caught on his golden shimmery arm, and he halted, his eyes wide. “Dammit, no wonder.” He glanced at me where I now stood still, watching him. “I can explain.”
I couldn’t chance that. I didn’t trust anyone, least of all my own sanity. Sprinting away, I was almost to my house when hands snagged my waist and pulled me back.
“Enough.” I writhed to get free. “Let go.”
“Not until you look at me,” Caiden said.
I swung my arms and tried to hit him.
“Stop already and look at me.”
I froze at Caiden’s stronger tone.
Without letting me go, he turned my body so I faced him.
Messy hair tangled over my eyes, blocking most of my view, but what I could see of the guy resembled Caiden.MyCaiden—freckles, bigger nose, and scrawny build—not the Burberry model imposter with golden skin.
I shoved my hair back. Itwasmy Caiden. “What’s going on?” I asked, out of breath and beyond confused.
Caiden nestled me against his shirt.
Mentally and physically drained, I couldn’t do more than collapse. I buried my face in his soft cotton tee. Tears filled my eyes, and I didn’t hold them back.
Caiden repositioned me so that I was cradled in his arms. He touched my temple and murmured in a hypnotic tone, “Sleep.”
My anxiety receded and my mind blanked.
“Let’s get you home….” was the last thing I heard him say.
5
Why Can’t I Remember?
