Free Soul Mates Bewitched by Elizabeth A. Lance Page A

didn’t tell you who you are, what you are meant to do? What I am?”
    Jillian shook her head. “What do ye mean? Like that I’m supposed to be a defender of the humans? Sure they told me that. Tis why they sent me to Nicu. Nicu assigned me half of Central Park ta protect, that’s my job. When ye got here, he asked me ta keep an eye on ye. Probably thought ye couldn’t hack it oot there with the rest o’ us Guardians.” Jillian grinned. “Is that what has ye worried? That Nicu isn’t gonna let ye join us?”
    I smiled and took Jillian’s hand. I couldn’t tell her that the only reason her parents had her was to protect the world through me. I couldn’t tell her I was the Light Bearer. I wasn’t putting that responsibility on her. I meant it when I’d said I was meant to be her protector, not the other way round. “Yeah… I’m worried about not getting to join the Guardians,” I said softly. “But that isn’t all I’m worried about. Jilly, how did you learn to throw the fireballs?”
    “Cool trick roi’t? Brice taught me. See, he’s not all bad.”
    “Do you have another way to fight the Unseelie?” I asked.
    “Sure, there are other spells. They aren’t as quick and effective, but I’ve also got potions.”
    “You realize that every time you use the fireballs you lose energy…”
    “They leave me knackered, if that’s what ye mean.”
    “Not exactly, Jilly. Every time you throw your fireballs you are throwing your energy, your life-force. So far you have been able to replenish it, but the more often you use it, the more drained you will be.”
    Jillian sat there, allowing me to hold her hand while she thought it through. “Feck. That bastard.”
    “Brice?”
    “Aye. He knew that would happen and didn’t bother ta tell me.” Jillian sighed. “Well, feck. Guess I won’t be wielding fireballs unless we’re in dire straits.”
    I smiled. “Good.”
    “So, ye said our families were connected…how?”
    I’d been thinking about that, what to tell her, exactly… “We are. Your parents trained my dad to be a…Guardian. A special kind of Guardian; one that I am supposed to become. The Chalice of Light was part of that training. Did you ever see the Chalice while you were with your parents?”
    Jillian frowned, thinking about it. “No, I don’t think so. I would have remembered seeing something like that,” Jillian said with a smile. “Tis kinda funny yer da bein’ trained by me parents and me bein’ trained by yer uncle.”
    I grinned. “I think,” I began, pulling her closer to me, wanting to kiss her, “that we are meant to be together. That is why you were sent to Uncle Nicu’s.”
    Jillian took a deep breath and held it as I moved in closer, pressing my lips to hers, caressing her sweet cherry lips, and then deepening the kiss as I pulled her into my lap. She let out a sigh of pleasure, expelling her pent up breath and giving into the sweetness of our kiss. I felt her melt against me, her fingers delving into my hair, pulling me closer still.
    “Ah -hem… Miss Jillian?”
    We broke apart, breathing heavily. “David, ye have the worst timin’,” Jillian commented with a sassy smile.
    “Yes, Miss Jillian, but your parents are on the phone. They got worried when you didn’t answer.”
    “The ringer is off. I didn’t hear it,” she said, climbing off my lap.
    “You should go talk to them,” I said. “I really need to go talk to Uncle Nicu, anyway.”
    Jillian sighed. “Yeah. David, like, tell them I’ll be roi’t there,” she said, holding the door open for him and quickly closing it behind him.
    She turned and leaned against the door, a sassy smile on her lips before she stepped into me and ran her fingers up my chest and around my neck. She pulled my lips down to hers and kissed me again. I moved her back against the door, and pulled her up into my arms, stroking her cheek with one hand while I kissed her passionately.
    I pulled away a few moments later with a