“Pretending it doesn’t exist doesn’t tame the ability. You can’t claim some of your power and not the rest, Shea. This gift is yours. The magic is in you. You decide how and when to use it.”
She stabbed her index finger at him. “Exactly. And I choose not to use it.”
She tried to walk away from him, but he snaked out a hand and held her fast. Whipping her head around, she glared at him, but his grip only tightened.
“And if you need that power to defend yourself or an innocent?”
Good question. She didn’t know.
“Shea,” he said, his voice dipping so low she nearly didn’t hear it over the hum of the great ship’s engines and the slap of the waves against her hull. “You must trust me. I can show you how to use the fire. To contain it. Your fear, your inexperience, drove you before when that man attacked you. It wouldn’t be the same now.”
Was he right? Shea wanted him to be. She never wanted to lose control of her powers again. She had come a long way in a few short weeks, mastering abilities, channeling her energies. She’d learned so much, but there was still so much she didn’t know.
And there wasn’t much time left to cram for her upcoming test. Only another thousand or so years of things to study up on.
Could she really afford not to learn?
“All right,” she said softly, before she could change her mind. “Show me, Torin.”
He smiled then and something inside her fisted. Those rare, beautiful smiles of his never failed to stir her. But then, he had been right when he told her that once the mating had begun, the feelings between them would only intensify.
Her body burned for his constantly. Her soul cried out for him. He really was the other half of her soul. But still, there was something holding her back, keeping her from admitting even to herself how much she loved him, and she couldn’t confess to him what it was.
She was afraid.
Not of Torin.
Of herself.
A seed of doubt lingered inside her. The worry that she wouldn’t be strong enough to vanquish the darkness. That she would instead get sucked into it all over again. That the power raging through her would overwhelm who she was and turn her into something she didn’t even want to think about.
But Torin couldn’t hear her thoughts, thank God, so he didn’t know about those night terrors that brought her up out of sleep, shaking. He didn’t hear the sly whispers in her mind, reminding her of what she had once been- what she could be again.
He stood there, holding her, smiling at her, and Shea wanted to tell him what she was feeling, thinking, dreading. But she didn’t want to risk seeing disgust on his features. Didn’t want to see him turn from her, or stop believing in her.
She wasn’t at all sure that she would be able to go on if she didn’t have her Eternal at her side.
“We’ll do this now, then,” he said and released her.
The night was all around them, the moon drifting in a star-splashed sky. At the rear of the ship, with only the sweep of sky and sea surrounding them, they were as isolated as it was possible to be.
“Call the fire, Shea.”
“How?”
“Feel it rise inside you. Hold your hands out in front of you and will the flames into existence.”
She swallowed hard and did as he asked, making sure that her hands weren’t pointed at him. How odd to have to treat your own hands like loaded guns.
Nodding to herself in silent encouragement, she concentrated on her hands. In her mind, she saw the fire and a rush of power pushed through her. She surrendered to it, allowing it to grow and burst free. Instantly, flames erupted at her fingertips and she jumped in response.
“Easy,” he soothed.
The flames were wild, whipping in the wind, shooting from the tips of her fingers into the dark like tiny roman candles.
“Call it back,” he said, from right beside her. “Tame each flame with your mind. Bend them to your will.”
She tipped her head to one side, studied the fire and focused as she never had before. One by one, the flames obeyed, shrinking, then growing as she wished it. They danced across her skin, flared with brilliant color, then dimmed until they were hardly more than match flames, struggling in the wind.
Smiling now, Shea stretched her arms over her head, waved her hands and looked up so she could watch the lights she had created through her abilities and the strength of her own will.
“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” Torin said.
Her heartbeat leapt and the flames on her hands magnified in response. Quickly, she gathered herself, quieted the flames and watched as they winked out, leaving her hands unharmed. Only then did she turn to Torin and look into his eyes.
“Beautiful,” he repeated. “In lifetime after lifetime, the essence of you was unchanged. Your eyes, always this brilliant green. Your soul, always calling to mine. And always, I have loved you.”
She swayed unsteadily, hearing those words and knowing just how deeply he meant them. She wanted to give them back to him. Needed to, as if her very life depended on it. Yet they stuck in her throat and died unuttered. How could she love him when she didn’t trust herself?
“But now, in this lifetime, Shea, you are more beautiful than you have ever been.” He moved closer and cupped her face in his palms. “Your magic drives you, but your heart guides you.”
“Torin…”
“No more words, Shea,” he said. “For what we both want, there is no need for words.”
Torin waved one hand and her clothing disappeared. In the glow of the moonlight, her skin looked like porcelain. His unbeating heart swelled with the emotions crowding inside him. Torin had never, in all the years of his existence, felt what he did now, for this woman. This witch. His. Always and forever, his.
He dispensed with his own clothing an instant later and reached for her, pulling her body to align with his. The slide of her skin on his inflamed him. His flesh warmed, his body went to stone. Weeks now, they had been together. They had given themselves up to the mating sex and the fire they produced between them was searing. But they hadn’t shared tenderness. And tonight, that was what he wanted-for himself.
For her.
Her arms linked around his neck and she went up on her toes to kiss him, parting his lips with her tongue, sliding inside his mouth to quicken the heat building between them.
He took as well as he gave, delving deep into her warmth, tasting all she was, all she would be. His mind raced with raw emotions and sensations that he had hardly had time to appreciate. On the run, chased from one supposedly safe spot to the next, running for their lives and on a quest, they had yet to be able to stand still long enough to thoroughly enjoy what they had found together.
Until now.
Breaking the kiss, he locked his gaze with hers as he waved his hand at the deck of the verandah. Instantly, there appeared a mattress of the softest down. Covered in snowy white linen with mounds of pillows at one end, it shone like a jewel in the darkness.
“Torin…”
“We take tonight, Shea,” he whispered. “No training, no practicing, no worries for what will come. Tonight there is only us.”
“Yes,” she said on a sigh and allowed him to lay her down gently on the mattress beneath the stars.
Gently, lovingly, he traced the outline of her mating tattoo with the tips of his fingers. Starting at her nipple, he followed the line of flames around and back to her shoulder, her spine. Each tiny flame burst into color, life, as he touched them. her body instinctively responding to the call of his.
He felt his own branding burn on his skin and he relished the feel, because it marked them as one. It joined them as nothing else ever could.
Bending his head to her breast, Torin let his tongue trace the same trail his fingers had moments before. She sighed at the contact and held his head to her breast, hungry for more.
He gave her what she craved. What they both craved.
