Free Werewolves Rule (The Rule Series) by K. C. Blake Page B

wouldn’t believe her if she did.   A new triumphant light flooded her eyes.   She nodded, waiting for him to continue, so he did.   “Tonight I realized something.   I don’t know why I didn’t see it before.”
    Jack stepped closer to her and added, “You looked exactly the same in the memory.   You haven’t changed a bit.”
    “You’re right.   I haven’t changed in centuries.”
    His eyes slid down her body, searching for evidence to her true identity.   Vampire?   Werewolf?   Shape-shifter?   There was a long list of possibilities, but nothing about her gave away the answer.   Her body appeared to be as human as his.   The clothes she wore fit like a second skin, hugging every curve.   He wondered if she had a weapon on her—and if so, where in the world could she be hiding it?
    Her lips curved.   “Figured it out yet?”
    “Huh?”   His cheeks burned hot at being caught staring, and he wondered if she could read minds.   Did she know he’d been thinking about what was under her clothes?   “What did you say?”
    “We were in love.”   Her fingers slid up his chest, curved around the back of his neck, and he stiffened like a cornered rabbit.   She asked, “Do you remember this?   Do you remember how it felt to kiss me?”
    Isobel leaned forward until her lips were a mere inch from his.
    “I remember you killing me,” he said with blunt force.   “That’s what I remember about you.”
    Surprise registered on her face.   She walked away, swaying her hips in exaggerated fashion as she crossed to the other side of the living room.   By accident or by design, the sofa separated them.   It didn’t matter.   Nothing could stop him from ripping her throat out if he decided to go that route.   For now he just wanted the truth.
    “We knew each other before,” he said.   “How?   When?”
    “I gave you the stone to help you remember.   It’s magical.   Why don’t you slip it under your pillow tonight and gain the answers for yourself?”
    “Because I don’t trust you.”
    She sighed.   “Where is the stone?   Give it to me.”
    A reasonable request.   Even though he didn’t like the idea of leaving her alone downstairs, he went up to his room and retrieved the rock.   He used vampire-speed, so he was back before her brain could register his absence.   He tossed the rock to her.   It flew through the air, and she caught it easily between both hands.   Her eyes closed.   A soft glow shimmered through the cracks that separated her fingers.
    Without opening her eyes, she walked back to him.   There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation in her steps.   She didn’t hold her hands out like a fearful person stumbling around in the dark.   It was as if she could still see him, exactly where he stood, through her eyelids.   She reached for his hand, and he almost jerked it away from her.   He felt the rock’s welcoming heat envelope his entire body and cloud his mind.   His vision blurred.  
    Four months ago Jack had experienced a new power for the first time.   He discovered he could touch someone, see a (memory) scene from their past.   Usually, but not always, he saw it from that person’s point of view.   It had been both disturbing and enlightening.   Before the scene began he would feel like he’d gotten zapped by electricity.  
    This time was different.
    There was no electrical shock to signal the coming scene, only a soothing heat.   It filled him, body and mind.   Then he was sailing through time and space.   A sharp pang of motion sickness hit him hard.   When he didn’t think he could take another second, the journey ended.

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    Once again he was both inside and outside of his body, but he wasn’t a wolf this time.   He stood over himself, staring at his face in stunned disbelief.   The face resembled his, sort of.   Tobias had the same eyes, only his had purple stains beneath them.   He had the same color of hair, but it had been cut