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What helped? What damaged? Fragile, but resilient. You can survive this, I know you can. As he returned his hands to her chest to start over, his gaze locked on her blood- splattered lips; his mind willed them to part, a cough to escape.
It would mean the sickness still plagued her, but sick was better than dead any day of the week. Torin pushed harder, heard another crack. He always protected the ones he had. Until her.
If not for him, she never would have sickened in the first place. Again he felt for a pulse. Still no beat. Cursing, he set back to work. Five minutes Pull through, Mari. You have to pull through. She was already gone. Already dead.
And there was nothing he could do to bring her back. With a roar, Torin wrenched away and paced the cell like the caged animal he was.
His arms shook. His back and thighs ached. But what was physical pain compared to mental? This was his fault. With another roar, he punched the wall, enjoying the unrelenting throb of pain as skin split and bones fractured.
He punched again and again, cracks appearing in the stone, dust pluming around him. If he had just stopped to question why a girl like Mari would be so starved for companionship she would agree to be with him she would still be alive. He pressed his forehead against the battered wall. To be forever denied what I crave most.
Why is it broken? An extreme reaction. He knew that. Just as he knew such excruciating awareness of another person was unusual for him. It was also uncontrollable and unstoppable, his entire world centering around this one woman. As if there were nothing she wanted more than to kiss, lick and suck on him. Come closer to my flame.
He strode to the bars and, like a thousand times before, willed the shadows between their cells to part. But it did no good.
Her appearance remained a mystery. Somehow his sick obsession with her only intensified Hate myself. Someone should string him up by the collarbone and cane him. Escape her? Another unusual reaction. Usually the demon adored such close proximity with a potential victim.
How the fiend had laughed at Mari Hate him, too. Or ever.
The admission Bars rattled. Feeding her. Talking and laughing with her. On purpose. Nothing bad will happen, she had said. Or maybe her gaze had said it. The details were hazed by the fog of his eagerness.
Sensation after sensation had overwhelmed him. Feminine softness so near his masculine hardness. A floral scent in his nose.
The ends of her silky hair tickling his wrist. Her warmth blending with his own. Her breath intersecting with his. I experienced an instant connection, immediate bliss, and very nearly creamed my damn jeans. From a handshake.
With him, it never mattered if the touch was accidental or intentional, or if the victim was human or animal, young or old, male or female Even immortals like himself. As a human, Mari had never even stood a chance. He only knew Mari had made a deal with the devil to save her. And in return, Cronus had promised to set her dearest friend free —the woman currently grilling Torin for answers.
No big surprise Cronus had lied. At least he got his in the end. Would never be good enough. What is Mari doing right now?
Silent, he removed his gloves and used his hands as a shovel, throwing scoop after scoop of dirt over his shoulder. No more impromptu friendships. No more hopes and dreams for what could never be. He would bury Mari. He would find a way out of this hellhole. That, too, was a first.
The title was somehow familiar to Torin. An image flashed through his mind. Well, not exactly forbidden, but definitely. One second of skin-to-skin contact with him means certain death. But finally, the gloves are coming off. Spoiler alert: Does she sicken? Or is she the only female on the planet immune to his demon?
These are the two questions I have been asked most. Two questions I have refused to answer. I still refuse. What I will admit? I rewrote this book three times in search of the perfect heroine for him. I wish you all the best, Gena Showalter.
Over the years I have been unbelievably blessed. I have met some amazing people and made incredible, lifelong friendships. You are gorgeous, brilliant, witty and talented, and you inspire me in so many ways. To my amazing editor Emily.