Chapter Twenty - word count 2166 - Downlaod PDF
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      Sorcha felt her breath catch and leave her completely, all she could do was stare at Kyle.  Did he have even the slightest clue that he was toying with her heart?  Sorcha had never heard words like that spoken to her before.  No romantic endearments, no sweet nothings. That’s what this must be - a sweet nothing.  Beautiful pulse racing empty promises.  She cautioned herself to remember that.  For goodness sake the man admitted he wanted her, it was nothing for him to claim that he wanted to be her only lover.  A though that had her pulse racing even faster, did he mean her only lover ever, did he mean forever.  No, don’t be so stupid, empty promises remember.  She told herself.  
      Sorcha wanted to tell Kyle how fantastic that sounded, how she wanted no one else.  
      She opened her mouth to do just that, but was interrupted when someone knocked at the door loudly.  
      “Sorcha?”  Darius’s voice boomed through the wooden paneling of the door.
      Kyle spat a string of curses before turning towards the door.  “What Dar!”  
      “I just wanted to let Sorcha know I’m out here and to scream if she needs me.”
      “For Fuck…”  Kyle stomped over to the door and jerked it open.  “What the hell for?”  
      “Raven knows how to get here, Sorcha needs to be guarded at all times.”  
      “Yeah well I’m here right now, so you can run along.”  Kyle flicked his fingers.  
      He was seriously pissed off, he’d just made some progress with Sorcha and she was about to say something to him and Darius and his big mouth interrupts.  Right now Kyle wanted to rip the werelion to shreds.
      Darius’s gaze went flat.  “Don’t dismiss me Kyle, I’m looking out for Sorcha.”  
      “Who the fuck asked you to?”  
      “Who the fuck died and put you in charge of her?” Darius spat back.  
      He was stepping on Kyle’s last nerve, Sorcha was his and Darius’s unreasonable urge to protect her was raising Kyle’s hackles.  
      “Would you both stop!”  Sorcha said as she started moving towards the door.
      “No!”  The men answered in unison.
      “Sorcha is not Namara you had your chance and you fucked it up.”  It was a low blow and Kyle regretted his words the moment they escaped his lips, but he wasn’t going to back down, he didn’t want Darius forming any attachments to Sorcha.  
      Darius pulled back his arm and swung, his fist connected solidly with Kyle, sending the man flying backward.  Kyle got up, took the two steps to get to Darius and swung a vicious upper cut.  When Darius stumbled back Kyle followed pressing his advantage.
      “Oh for God sake!”  Sorcha yelled.  “Would you two stop!”  
      The men ignored her and continued pounding on each other.  Darius picked Kyle up and slammed him into the passage wall.  
      Ross’s bedroom door opened as he came to investigate the noise.  He stepped out into the hallway leaning on the door jam his arms folded across his bare chest.  
      “What’s this about?”  He asked Sorcha in a bored tone.  
      “It’s a pissing contest about guarding me!”  She hissed back in frustration.  
      Ross watched them for a moment then barked. “Darius sheath the claws NOW!”  
      Dar gave Ross a look that could tear him to shreds but shook his hand retracting the claws.  Kyle took the opportunity to punch Darius so hard he landed on his ass.
      “That’s it?  That’s all you are going to do to try and stop it?”  Sorcha looked at Ross wanting to strangle the wereleopard.  
      “Yep.”  Ross gave her a sweet smile.  
      Sorcha uttered a sound of complete exasperation.  Then reached out and grabbed at the air with her left hand she jerked her hand left. Kyle flew up and away from Darius.  Then Sorcha repeated the motion with her right hand and Darius was jerked up and right.  Both men were suspended a foot of  the ground.  Sorcha had picked them up like naughty kittens.  
      “What the fuck!”  Darius growled.
      Kyle turned his head to look at Sorcha, he knew who’d ended the fight.
      “This stops now!”  Sorcha told them in a low furious voice.  “I know you all need to vent some frustration, but take it out on the enemy when you’re patrolling, not on each other.”  
      “Awe, common Sorcha, we were just starting to enjoy that fight.”  Kyle grinned.  
      Sorcha was astonished when Darius started grinning too.  “Yeah it was fun wasn’t it.”  
      “Oh… my… god!”  She hissed and released them both so the landed hard.  Sorcha marched into her room and slammed the door.
      “See what you did now Darius.”  Kyle bitched, from his position on the floor.  “Now she’s going to sulk.”
      “I don’t sulk!”  Sorcha’s muffled voice came through the door.  
      “What ever you say Sorcha.”  Kyle got out through his laughter. Then he turned to Darius.  “You take first watch, I’ll relieve you in three hours.”
      Darius nodded.  
      
      Namara cursed when a tear rippled the liquid in the bowl resting on her lap.  
      “Stupid tears.”  She rubbed her hands across her face to gather any more moisture and focused her eyes into the bowl again.  Darius had brought a chair and put it next to Sorcha’s door,  He sat back in it his legs stretched out and his arms folded across his body as he settled in for guard duty.  His one eye was slightly puffy but with his healing abilities it wouldn’t bruise.  
      “This is all my fault.”  Namara whispered broken-heartedly.  
      She’d been watching Darius even since she’d come to the veil and it was hard to be positive about her decision anymore.  Namara knew she’d done the right thing by giving up her power, but both she and Darius were suffering as a result.  She’d never been so miserable in her existence before, and from watching Darius, Namara knew he was just as unhappy.  
      She watched him constantly whenever she could find the time she sat with the Myter bowl in her hands and watched him.  
      “Why do you do that to yourself Namara?”  The soft voice behind her was Nalia’s.  Namara turned to look at the beautiful woman, she wore her usually flowing blue dress.
      “Why not let him go and give yourself over to your new world?”  
      “I can’t, I’ve tried, his heart is broken Nalia and I did that to him.  I want to go back.”  
      Nalia was quiet a moment then spoke.  “Are you sure that is what you would want?”  
      “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.  I want to go back, I want to be with Darius.  We never tested, we never knew to, but I know in my heart Darius and I are a Nexus.”  
      Nalia sighed.  “Come with me Namara.”  
      Namara rose from the bed and smoothed out the skirt of her emerald dress, in the veil you always wore your dragon color.  
      “Where are we going?”
      “You will see.  Come let us go.”  
      Namara shrugged and followed Nalia, once she decided not to answer a question you would never get an answer out of her.  
      She followed Nalia down the long and winding hallways of the veil until they finally came to an antechamber.  
      “Wait here a moment.”  Nalia told her then moved past the curtain, she was only gone for a second before she called Namara through.  
      When she stepped past the curtain Namara had to hide a gasp of surprise, she was in the Hall of Dragons.  A fabled place that she hadn’t been allowed near before now.  
      The walls were painted with murals of Dragons, all the color dragons even the mythical white dragon was depicted on the wall nearest her.  That surprised Namara, because there was no such thing as a white dragon.   Dragons came in every color you could imagine, but never white.  
      “Namara of the Emerald.”  The booming male voice shook the room.  Namara jumped and looked towards the sound.  
      A tall man stood on a raised dais at the front of the room.  Namara sunk into a curtsy.  
      Oh gods, she was standing in front of him.
      “You may rise.”  His hair hung to his hips, perfectly straight, perfectly black except for the single white lock that flowed from his forehead down the length of his hair.  He stepped off the dais and approached Namara, she watched him walk, no, stalk towards her, he wore a black silk shirt, the first three buttons open so the flawless tan and hard muscle of his chest peeked from behind the material.  The broadness of his shoulders gave way to the narrow hips, and the form fitting black pants he wore.  Namara realized she was staring and dropped her eyes, all that was visible of him now were his boots.  Namara tried to calm down by counting the buckles that climbed up the outside of his boots and calves.  One, two, three, four, five…
      “Namara.” He spoke again, his voice deep but soft.  “Look at me.”  
      She swallowed but raised her eyes to meet the eyes of the man who held all of dragon kind in the palm of his hand.  They were a startling shade of violet, but as she watched his eyes changed color flowing to blue, then amazingly green.  No wonder they called him chameleon behind his back.  
      “Don’t you greet me?”
      “My Lord Kane.”  Namara dropped into another curtsied.  
      “Get up, I just wanted a hello.”  She could hear the smile in his voice.  Namara straightened and raised her eyes to his, which were now red.    
      “Nalia tells me that you want to go back to earth.”
      “Yes my lord.”  
      He nodded and crossed his arms over his chest causing his biceps to strain against the silk of his shirt.
      “You’ve felt this way since you got here.”  It wasn’t a question, Kane was stating fact.  
      “Yes my lord.”  Namara whispered.
      “I have spoken to the elders, and they have agreed to let you return.”  
      Namara felt the happy grin burst across her face.
      “Not so fast.” He held up a hand.  
      “As always, they have a few strings they want to tie to the deal.” He pulled his mouth, obviously not very impressed with the elders.
      “You’ll want to hear them before you make up your mind to go back.”  
      Namara nodded.  
      “You wont go back in your old body.  You will be given a new one that looks nothing like you.  You will not be allowed to tell Darius who you are.  You will have to win him from the start.”  
      Namara’s eyes widened in shock.
      “But…”  
      “That’s not all Namara.  Obviously your name will be different, but the kicker is, your memories will be locked away, you will have get them back one at a time.”  
      Namara wanted to cry, they offer her a way home but then they put so many restrictions on her that she’d never be able to win Darius.  
      “If he loves you now, he will love you again.”  Kane said softly understanding her fear.  
      “So I get to go back, with amnesia, not in my body, and I have to make Darius fall in love with me.”  Namara said defeated.  
      “Yes, did I forget to mention you have a month to do it in?  Oh, and you owe me a favor.  I had to work hard to get them to agree to this.”  Kane smiled at her, showing off the tips of his fangs.  His eyes glowed like to sapphires then turned to ruby again.  
      There just had to be more didn’t there.  
      “Do you agree Namara of the Emerald.”  His formal tone suggested if she did this was it, there would be no turning back.  
      “I agree Lord Kane.”  
      “Done!”
      Namara’s world went black.
      
      “You are going to loose him.”  Marcus warned.
      Dante took in a breath, changed the gears and sped the car up.  
      “Marcus if you don’t shut up…”
      “What?  You going to threaten to beat me again?”  
      “He’s pulling over.”  Crimson told the bickering Omega.  
      Dante pulled past the other car and pulled their car over half way up the block.  
      They were in a very old part of town, the houses were stately but in need of repairs.  The messenger had got out his car and was walking up the drive of one of the oldest.  
      “So what we going to do?  Go have a look, or head back to the compound with the address.”  Marcus asked.  
      “We don’t know what kind of wards there are on this place.”  Crimson shrugged his shoulders.  
      “There are plenty I can feel them from here, but I should be able to get around them.” Marcus smiled.  
      “Nope I say go back, lets at least have more back up, just in case.”  Dante added his opinion.  “If for some reason we are spotted and they decide to run before we can get info, we’ll be dead, because Seth will kill us.”  
      “Fine.”  Marcus sighed unhappily.  “But you just ruined my night.”
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