been soft and
willing beneath him, his name falling in sweet whispers from her lips in a
caress as gentle and arousing as her touch had been. She’d come to him and he’d
kept her wrapped in bliss for hours, unable to exhaust the number of ways he’d
wanted to—
“What do you want?”
Shy’s abrupt question shook him
back to their present situation. She’d made it patently clear lately that she
wanted nothing more to do with him, using the excuse that he’d kept her from
doing her job as the intra-world telepath for the retrieval team. He knew there
was something more going on with her than that, especially as Magdalyne’s last
daughter had finally been found. Her withdrawal had been too abrupt and instead
of being relieved at the success of their mission, she was becoming more
uptight by the day.
“Amdyn’s looking for you,” he
said. “Apparently you were blocking his mind, so he sent me to find you.”
“I was trying to get through to
Bornyn,” she said, referring to the authorized intra-world telepath on Ilyria’s
side of the connection who kept them in contact with information from their
homeworld. “It’s been harder than usual. Is Jordyn back?”
“No.” He frowned at the strain
on her face. Without thinking, he brushed the tips of his fingers across one of
the dark circles under her eyes. “Shy, what’s going on?”
She jerked away and started up
the path toward the farmhouse. He caught up with her in two strides and took
her elbow, turning her back to face him. “Tell me. Let me help.”
“Tell you? You? Mr. Secretive?
Why should I tell you? Why don’t you tell me what’s going on with you ?
Ever since my brother found Bethany, you’ve been acting weird and always
wanting to know where everyone is, showing up in the middle of things you don’t
belong in. And what the hell is your problem with Amdyn?”
Even standing in the middle of a
snow bank couldn’t cool the instantaneous volcanic rage that rushed up through
him. The damn woman was going to get herself hurt. “Why don’t you just read my
thoughts? Why bother to even ask me when it would be so much easier to just
telepathically link to my mind?”
Shy’s eyes grew dark with
emotion. A level of violence he’d not seen in her before stirred in their
depths. “Hmmm. Why haven’t I thought of that? Oh, that’s right. You block me
out completely every time I try .”
“Don’t get pissy just because I
just won’t let you go any deeper in my thoughts than you let me go in yours.”
“I can’t let you into my head.
You know that. Not while I’m linked to an Elder from Ilyria. It takes a lot out
of me to hold a connection through the dimensions.”
“You’re linked to Lyra—”
“Lyra’s been my best friend
since we were children and the path between our minds is well established.” The
midnight blue of Shy’s eyes flashed angrily as she shook his hand off her arm.
“The only link I’ll ever have in my life that will be closer will be with my
mate—” She sucked in sharply and stopped talking.
A living fire of electricity
arched between them and desire, as basic as it was primal, shot through Kayn.
He wanted to touch her, hold her. Hell, he wanted to drag her back into his bed
and fucking ignore the rest of the world for the next year or ten. Instead, he
took a step back.
Slowly, she blew out a breath
that frosted in the air around them. “That is, if I decide to accept a mate.”
With a vehement shake of her head, she squared her shoulders. “Which I don’t
even a have a right to be thinking about until everyone is safely home.”
“Shy, no one—”
Abruptly she turned and started
back up the path to the farmhouse. “You said Amdyn wanted to see me. I need to
go.”
This time, he didn’t stop her.
Chapter Five
Chloe!
Amy jerked awake so suddenly
that she was sitting up in the bed before her eyes had fully opened. A shaft of
pure panic lanced through her and broke into millions of painful
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