Then she wanted to drag her aching muscles to bed early, and sleep so deeply that she didn’t even dream. Lately, dreams had become a dangerous playing field for her mind. As treacherous a landscape as her memories of the night Eli had forged the tenuous bond that linked them. She kept thinking of how deeply she’d been able to feel his need that night, as well as the pain he felt for what had happened to his sister. His fury for the ones responsible, and for the one he’d killed so viciously. He’d needed comfort. Had needed her. She’d felt that same need pouring from him last night, when he’d taken her into his arms and held her so tightly, his powerful body tremoring with desire. Was she just a fool, doomed to fall prey to a man who had brought her so much pain? Or was the fool the one who turned a blind eye to her own heart? Who never learned to forgive? She didn’t know. All she knew was that she fell further under his spell each time he touched her, which was the last thing that she needed.
