“Little liar.”
“Go back to the blood in the veins thing. Exactly how did your blood get into my veins and mine into yours? Did you give me a transfusion or something like…?” She trailed off, images of a dark, erotic dream intruding. Her hand went protectively to her throat. “You didn’t drink my blood. God, tell me you didn’t drink my blood. No, first tell me I didn’t drink your blood.” Now her legs were threatening to fail her. She actually looked at the floor, prepared to fall. Only the thought of being more vulnerable than she already was stopped her from collapsing.
He moved swiftly toward her to help, but Jaxon was so alarmed that she brought the gun up. She used a two-armed stance to try to steady her badly shaking hands. This was a nightmare, insanity. She didn’t have enough imagination to make all this up. The gun pointed directly at his heart.
“Please move away from the door, Lucian. I don’t want to hurt you. I really don’t. I just want to get out of here so I can breathe again.” She was pleading with him, not taking her usual command of a situation. She wanted so much to be with him. So much. He was tall and sexy and terribly alone, just as she was. She understood that in him. She wanted to make everything all right for him, to rid him of that terrible hunger. But to have a man like Lucian look at her for all time with heat and hunger, with need and possessiveness, was a dream she could never accept. Lucian was not really a man. He was something else. Something she didn’t ever want to identify.
“Jaxon, put down the gun before you accidentally shoot someone.” There was no inflection whatsoever in his voice.
“It wouldn’t be an accident, Lucian. Please, I’m going to ask you one more time. Just step aside, and let me go.”
“My people regard the human eating of flesh with the same repugnance as you regard our taking of blood for nourishment.”
She took a tentative step, trying to shut out his words and the importance of what he was revealing. She circled to his right, hoping he would abandon his position. Lucian remained as still as the mountains. “Just imagining what you’re trying to tell me makes me feel sick. I don’t think we’re compatible.” She was in earnest now. If he didn’t step aside, she was going to have to find a way around him. She wasn’t going to shoot him. The thought of him hurt in any way was too much to bear.
Lucian moved so fast that he was a blur. Not even a blur. One moment he was standing in the doorway; the next moment he had the gun in his possession and his arms around her. “You only think it is repulsive, angel, because you do not yet know anything other than evil.”
Being so close to him was dangerous. His body was hard and hot and needy. She felt an answering response right down to her toes. Her breathing betrayed her, her racing heart, her own body. She felt tears burning behind her eyes.
“Tell me you’re controlling my reactions to you,” she whispered, lifting her face so that she could examine his expressionless mask.
At once his harsh features softened, his steely strong arms locking her to him as gently as possible. “You know I am not. I have forced your compliance only on the occasions when I was healing you, binding you to me, and when you needed sleep. You are the other half of my soul. I cannot be apart from you, Jaxon. I am not making it up.” His hand moved over her face with great tenderness. “Do you think I wish to cause you such distress? Look into my mind and see the truth. I want only your happiness. In truth, honey, I would gladly lay down my life if I knew you wished such a thing and would be happy without me, but it is not so.” His mouth touched her forehead, her eyelids. “It is not so, little love. It is not so.”