Dangerous Lovers (57 page)

“What?” he asked, noticing my condescending gaze.

“I don’t understand what you and Skylynn are bickering about, but it sounds to me like you are repeating your past. I’m not going to let you tuck me away again.”

“I’m not repeating anything,” he breathed, trying to hide his shock that I was using my memories to talk to him, that I was speaking to him as if it was this life I knew him in.

“At Guardian’s side, you left. Yes, you left to defend our family. I will give you that much. And yes, then I could not stand at your side because I had to care for our home, for the family we were building of lost souls. You left me well-guarded with a promise that you would return. I don’t know who to blame for this absence, but I know time has changed us both. This war of light and dark that I do not have the strength to understand right now is going to rip us apart again. I want to grieve for our past. I want to feel joy that I have found you. I want to understand who I was and who I have become, but I can’t do that right now. I have to grasp the reality I am in. I have to fight for the last twenty-one years I’ve lived. I’m not dying in peace. I’ll figure out what this key unlocks and set whatever souls she has trapped, including mine, free…and while I do that, you will be off fighting another war…one that is supposed to protect me.”

Pain caused the flames in his eyes to erupt. “Skylynn is feeding you these memories.”

He was so off-base, it wasn’t even funny.

“Do you want to know what clothes you were wearing as you walked away from me? Or do you want me to tell you how we stayed up all night, promising each other that we had no choice but to let you take Guardian to speak to our world, for you to find peace with letting him answer the call in his soul?” I let my words settle before I spoke again. “I have a million more memories fluttering around in my mind, ones that I have vividly witnessed. One touch from you brought me life in death. I’m struggling to hold on to Indie as my mind pulls back into the time I was your Genevieve.”

My words were killing him. He was frozen in place, transfixed.

“I don’t want you to be angry at Skylynn. No matter how she may have crossed you or Guardian, she saved my life. Every day, she saved me, and right now she is struggling to do that again.”

His jaw rippled. “I can’t forgive her for keeping me from you.”

“The only thing standing between me and you right now is our egos. Not Skylynn.”

One beat later, his lips were on mine, pulling me into a deep, passionate kiss. His burning kiss traveled across my jawline as my arms looped under his shoulders, pulling his chest closer to me. When his lips reached my ear, he breathed, “I need you to be real.” My nails dug into his back as his hands moved across my body, my chest, my hips, my thighs. “I never left you. You have always been in my veins. You’re my soul,” he whispered with an ache in his voice.

A warm rush of air surrounded me, and the next thing I knew I was lying on the rug in front of the fire. As his lips moved down my neck, his hands urged my shirt up. I let the key I was clenching fall to the floor, daring to give in to him, daring to be his Genevieve once more.

This was the point where I always froze when the others held me, the point where I had to hold everything in, send my mind somewhere else, focus on anything but their touch, the emotions the moment demanded. It was the point where I turned on autopilot and built a wall around my heart and soul. And more times than not, this was the point where I said no, where I stopped myself from going too far. I had to. It was a physical lie, one I could not let my body speak.

I couldn’t force myself to do that now. Even when I told myself that I would freeze him solid if I didn’t—control would not come.

When I felt his hands on my skin, on my chest, I gasped as if it were the first time I’d ever been touched. I fought to pull his shirt off, to feel the fire of his flesh against mine, to feel someone for the first time.

We both sighed as our skin touched. We wanted more. We wanted everything.

I kept telling myself that this was wrong, that in life I didn’t know him, that I wasn’t this kind of girl, but my soul told me I was an idiot, that he was the only one I’d ever really known.

All at once, I realized what all the hype about being skin-to-skin with someone was about. I realized how insanely awesome a seductive touch was.

He couldn’t get close enough to me. We rolled across the floor, both demanding control of this passionate moment, only giving in for a second when one of us found that sweet spot, that touch that made our insides crumble with expectation.

I gasped, “Sebastian,” and that word ignited him. A desire that I didn’t even know was possible between two souls erupted. A few beats later, there was nothing between us but the night itself and we still weren’t close enough to satisfy either of us.

Every touch of his hands, every movement of his body left me yearning for more, to get closer. Dead or not, I’d never felt more alive.

For the first time ever, sweat glistened across my body. I was on fire. It felt so good to be on fire, not to be paralyzed by the cold, to be touched…it was almost painful, but it was a good pain, a pain I would yearn for a thousand times over.

This war of control, to see who could make who sigh and moan and how we could do just that, went on for an eternity, long enough for the fire beside us to dwindle to nothing.

Exhausted, we laid in each other’s arms. My fingertips traced every muscle across his firm chest as his long fingertips outlined the tattoo on my arm, my seven flowers, my seven devils.

A glance from him caused the fire next to us to come to life again, and the blanket across the back of the couch to wrap around us.

He rolled to his side, pulling my body against his, wanting to feel my skin against him.

A blush that made no sense for me to have came across my skin. “I’ve never felt warmth before,” I whispered.

An aching echoed in his gray eyes. “Yes, you have,” he promised, stealing a slow, tender kiss.

“We’ve made this worse, haven’t we?” I asked timidly. After what we’d shared, it would be impossible for either of us to deny a wish, a plea from the other, but neither of us wanted the same thing. I wasn’t prepared to die, and he wasn’t prepared to save me.

He pulled my leg across him and wrapped his long arm around my waist, holding me against him as tightly as he could. “Tell me you trust me.”

I raised my fingertips to trace his dominant profile. “I’ve had to learn to trust myself.”

“What happened after I left? How did you get here?”

That was a loaded question. Twin realities. Those two words were in my memories. They are side-by-side, one light and one dark. I knew there was a divide, one we called The Fall. I knew that The Fall was what our people were trying to close, that souls were moving through it; damaged, tattered souls. Bringing darkness to light. And now, apparently, according to Phoenix I’d moved this home to the dark side. I shivered as I remembered the last scene I witnessed in the North Wing, that awful howling noise coming from the dome room, the purple fire.

“I don’t know…flames. I know there were flames,” I said as I pulled him a little closer.

“Nothing in this house has shown you that time—the details of it?”

“I tend to avoid memories that are painful.”

“You never looked for me?” he asked with a tremble of jealousy in his tone.

“I looked for two beats.”

His jaw clenched with suspicion. “How many beats did Mason give you? Wilder, and the other one, Gavin?”

His hand settled above my heart. Whatever jealousy he was considering feeling faded when he felt the thunder of my heart through my skin.

Truth be told, Gavin never made my heart race at all. Wilder did a time or two, but only when he was angry, and I definitely never went this far with him. Mason was the only one that came close, and I can’t even explain why. Maybe it was because he lived on the edge of life but never intended to...maybe it was because he was just as playful as he was dominant and the shift in his composure always caught me off guard.

“Only one boy has given me two beats. I’ve only really felt his touch…” Pain filled his eyes. “And sadly, I never knew him when I was alive.” Relief took over the fire in his gaze.

“You’re going to have to let go,” he said as his hand reached to caress my bottom lip. “She knows who you are now. She will throw everything she has at you.”

“That’s nothing new.”

“This is a different plane.”

“Same game, though. I feel more vindicated fighting over souls than I ever did fighting over money.”

“I’ll find them, I’ll set them free…let go,” he pleaded.

“You want me to die in your arms? For you to pop in, have your way with me—then send me to the grave?” I all but yelled as I sat up and started violently pulling my clothes on. “Think again. You left before, and I survived. I’ll survive again. Go fight whatever war you’re fighting. Go run with whatever circle you and Skylynn are in. Let me be.”

I was dressed and standing by the time I finished my rant. In a beat, he was, too.

“What is it with this rage?” he asked, reaching for my waist, stopping me from gathering my key and continuing my hunt to find the lock it went to. He knew just as well as I did that the mood swings I was fighting were way out of character. “What happened when I left?”

I pushed away from him. “I don’t remember that part. I can’t get past you leaving in the first place. And I would appreciate it if you would quit trying to create another sad goodbye. Let me be.”

He tensed. “That is what you see? In your mind right now. Me walking away from you?”

“No, only when you look at me like it’s the last time you are going to see me. Sebastian—Phoenix, I have a responsibility to stop this woman. I am owed vengeance. I do not need a knight in shining armor to deliver that for me.”

“Genevieve, you are not an angry soul. Stubborn, but not angry. Do not give her the victory of allowing you to turn into a vengeful soul.”

He acted as if that were the only option. As if what Skylynn proposed, him turning me into whatever he was, was not an option. That hurt. That sliced me in two. Why was he so set on walking me to the grave?

“You lived next to this demon most of your life, you survived, you won. I’ll finish it for you.”

“Newsflash: I didn’t survive her.”

“Why will you not let me do this for you?” he bellowed.

“Because you are not the one that promised my grandmother that you would set her son free, get that woman out of our house, I did. That was
me
. And don’t say it doesn’t matter because I was dead. We were both dead when that promise was made. She knew I was gone and still asked for that vow. I’ve never passed the buck in my life, and I’m not about to start now.”

“Pick a war, Love. One second you want to freeze her, the next you’re unlocking something. Now, now you want her out and to set some uncle free—an uncle you lost long ago.”

“I didn’t know I lost him. I thought he was whipped. I want all of the above. You cleared up the confusion, that key unlocks trapped souls—my uncle is one of those—and if Rasure is dead, then she is out of my house.” I reached down and grabbed the key. “I’m fine. You can go do whatever the hell it is you have to do. My brother Ben is not going to let them pull the plug on me. He will buy me the time I need to figure this out.”

I was in his arms before the next beat of my heart. “How many times do you think you can crash into that lake, live this day over and over? How many times can your friends withstand that? It
will
break you. Tear your mind into shreds. You’ll forget your ambitions, only to remember them again and twist and twist in this vicious cycle.”

I glanced at the floor to the spot we’d lost ourselves in for hours, to where I felt warmth for the first time. A vague smile played at the corners of my mouth. “You’re telling me that I will relive this day over and over, these last few hours.” My eyes rose to meet his. “I’d dive in that lake a million times over if it lands me here, and in-between those points, I’ll figure this out.”

He cupped my face with his strong hands. “Why do you have to make this so hard on me? It’s bad enough that I found you, only to lose you again.”

I reached for his hands. “I’m not the one who left, then. I’m not going to leave now. You make whatever choice you feel like you have to.”

“You’re not playing with me? You really do remember me?” he questioned.

“What kind of girl do you think I am? Do you think I would have even let you kiss my hand if I didn’t have memories of you?” I nodded to the floor. “Do you think I would let the walls I’ve always hid behind down for just anyone?”

He let his hands fall from my face and brushed his fingers through his hair as he clenched his jaw.

“Why does that make you mad?” I asked, feeling rejected, embarrassed that I’d revealed so much to him.

He let his arms fall and gazed at me. “When I found you, my plan was to ease your transition into death. It was going to be painstaking for me because I remember every breath, every poetic movement of your body…but it was supposed to be nothing for you. I would stand by your side through the cycle of your last moments, then walk you to death, send you safely on your way. You weren’t supposed to feel the pain I feel.”