The Mammoth Book Of Paranormal Romance 2 - Plot & Excerpts
Camael knew it was unwise. He had been warned more than once and yet he found himself helpless to resist. Her beauty struck him on a level deeper than pleasure, deeper than pain. And so he stood on the other side of the Veil, hidden from her sight, and watched her brush out her long hair beside the river. Most women bathed in company. Soft laughter and splashing would accompany their ablutions, but not hers. She was quiet, almost sombre; it did nothing to lessen her loveliness. Her hair shone like polished onyx, streaming down her shapely back in a swathe of dark silk. Sometimes she sang, and he closed his eyes, buoyed up by the melody. But not today. For the first time, she spoke. “I feel you.” She could not possibly mean him. Camael held his silence. “I know whenever you are here,” she went on. “At first I took you for one of the river spirits, and I left gifts. But they went untouched.” Should he have accepted her tokens, then? She had left him seashells and beads, prettily strung.
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