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at him?
No, what?
She leaned against him, trusting him with her weight, for once not caring
that her clothes would be covered in grime. She needed his strength after seeing
those two pieces of art. Once, a long time ago, I saw my mother talking to a
pretty, pretty man. His arms tightened and she wriggled in protest, turning
once more to study the jagged ball. So I wondered who that pretty man was, but
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my mother refused to tell me. So I opened my vision, because damn if someone
was going to tell me that I couldn t know something. She ignored his belly
laugh. When I woke up, Robin Goodfellow
Who was the pretty man, I presume?
Yup. He offered me a job.
Because he likes that kind of crazy, huh?
She elbowed him, pleased when he gave a soft grunt. Do you know who
she is?
No, and that scares the shit out of me.
Why?
We can t protect her if we don t. He touched one of the jagged edges, his
blood welling up, red on silver. If we don t know&
The world will be awash in blood.
I think so. His hand returned to her waist, cuddling her close. I think this
might be the one thing that could drive him to do something that would make
Tunguska look like a cherry bomb.
Wonderful. The 1908 explosion over the Tunguska region of Russia was
had been horrific in its destruction. Scientists believed a meteor or comet
fragment exploded roughly three miles above the spot that had been decimated,
but there was no solid proof of what had happened. It had the impact of roughly
ten to fifteen megatons of TNT. Nothing had survived intact. The fallout from
that explosion was seen around the world. Strange light could be seen as far
away as England, where people reported that it was bright enough to read the
newspaper by. When an expedition was finally sent by the Russians in 1927, the
pictures of the devastation had been humbling. And she knew for a fact the
scientists had it wrong. No meteor had done that. Robin had, and to this day
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only two people knew why: High King Oberon and Robin himself. We need to
find out, then.
I m thinking of calling your mother.
She winced. Please don t.
She s helped me before, when I couldn t interpret a vision. How do you
think I got her number?
She sagged in his arms. Please not my mom. Please?
He picked her up like she actually was the dainty little human most people
believed she was. His strength never ceased to amaze her& or turn her on. Man
up, Akane. World-wide destruction or talk to your mother. When she didn t
answer right away, he shook her.
What? I m thinking about it.
With a hearty laugh he carted her out of the studio and back to the tiny
attached bedroom, her muttered curses drifting on the air around them.
A glowing pair of green eyes appeared next to one of the pedestals. They
stared at the lone figure, waves lapping at its feet, before turning to the jagged
ball of glass and metal. A black boot heel clacked on the concrete floor, and
Robin Goodfellow materialized out of the nothingness to stare at the fallen
figure. The words of the two hybrids echoed in his ears.
Interesting.
He lifted the small figure with a gentle touch and set it back on its feet. He
caressed the side of that serene face with wonder, the metal and glass bending
away from him to allow him the simple touch. He smiled, full of hope and
anticipation the likes of which he hadn t experienced in centuries. I wonder
who you are?
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Please.
Akane rolled her eyes. He wasn t going to give up, and she was beginning to
understand that she really didn t want him to. Still, it wouldn t do to give in too
easily. Nope.
Bleary blue eyes begged her to give in. Please. I need.
She sighed. Fine. Akane allowed some of her inner fire to seep below her
skin, the pale human flesh taking on a reddish glow. Lay down, and don t say a
single word.
But
Ah!
But
Shane.
He pouted like a sulky, sick child. Fine. He flopped down face first on the
bed, his broad, naked back daring her to lay hands on it. Just& please.
He d showered once they d reached the bedroom, removing the metal and
glass from his hair and skin, changing into nothing more than a clean pair of silk
boxer briefs that hugged every inch of him. His body was on display for her, his
finest work of art, but he was so exhausted neither of them could truly appreciate
it. His muscles were sore, burning from work at the forge, and he d begged her
for a massage.
Akane agreed only after acres and acres of prime real estate had walked out
of his bathroom in nothing but his underwear. Damn, the man was fine.
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She delicately perched on his ass and placed her hot hands right between his
shoulder blades. His groan of appreciation was low and deep, sending shivers
through her. Gods, she wanted this amazing man more and more all the time.
What was she going to do? If she allowed Shane any more leeway he d truly
Claim her. His Sidhe half would demand it the moment they had sex, and she
wasn t certain it was something he could prevent. Once Claimed, it wouldn t be
long before he spoke the Vows that would complete everything, Binding him to
her through a display of power and ferocity only the Sidhe seemed to possess.
Bands of light would surround him, lethal to any who dared approach him save
his chosen mate. He d speak the Vows, and once done, those bands of light
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