She was golden-skinned and painfully lovely, with her long black hair loose across one naked shoulder and shining in a shaft of sunlight. The rainbow-hued amulet around her neck gleamed, exuding contentment. The one he wore emitted a similar sensation. He wished he could share in it. He felt as if he had stolen something irreplaceable from her. He had taken what he’d wanted, had told himself it was in her best interests, but by doing so, he had tied her to him without regard for her wishes. He could not let her go now, and while he no longer had any objection to having her as a permanent part of his life, who was to say she wanted him always in hers? He left her sleeping, and with his boots in his hand, crept silently down the back stairs to the second floor. As quiet as he tried to be, Blade heard him. He stopped Hunter at the landing, beckoning him into the hall so their voices would not carry. He looked like hell, but Hunter did not ask why. They had both spent a long night and another approached.
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