Jude,” she whispered as she touched his face. “I’m so frightened of this. This bind that links us. It whispers to me to take what you’re offering, but I fear the consequences. I have lived the consequences.”
His fingertips traced the column of her throat down over the swells of her breasts where they lingered until her breath caught. “I am not your father, Isabella, and you are not your mother.”
“I know, but—”
“There are no certainties in life,” he murmured as he lowered his head and kissed the apex of her breast where her heart hammered so hard. “But I can give you this certainty. I love you. And I want you. I have wanted you for so long, and that feeling has only grown. There must be trust between us, Isabella. Passion is not enough for me. I want more from you.”
“You ask for so much,” she said, then trailed off.
“Not any more than I am offering you.
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You kissed me, and I opened my eyes and thought you were Death. You were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and I clung to the memory of you because it gave me comfort—the only bit of happiness I had ever had. You were my secret fantasy, my lover. My story… Lord Death is you, and the woman he stalks…is me.”
“Why have you come,” he asked, “when you now know the truth?”
“Because when you saved me, you forged a link between us. I don’t believe it will ever break.”
“Bella,” he whispered, “I couldn’t allow you to take your life. Couldn’t bear the thought of existing in a world that you did not.
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What did you discover about the shooter?” Jude asked as he struggled to sit upright.
“Once I spotted him on the rooftop, I ran up the back stairs to follow him. He was long gone, but he left something behind,” Sussex said.
“Oh?”
“Yes, I’ll take it upon myself to investigate it.”
Jude opened his eyes, his stare focused on the duke. “Do you need my help?”
Alynwick snorted. “A soiled dove with a broken wing,” he drawled. “What use would you be?”
Jude grumbled, “I’ll be fine by the morning.
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Tis not your time, my love,” he whispered. “You will not die tonight.”
“Never,” I said to him, “for I have been blessed by Death’s Eternal Kiss.
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The first time I met death, it was at a ball and we danced a waltz.
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Am I to die?” I asked, and he stopped, raised our joined hands to his mouth and gently kissed my knuckles.
“You are, my love, and in your sleep, you will become Death’s bride.
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The crimson satin lining gleamed in the firelight, and so, too, did his eyes. When he looked up at her, there was a mist to them once again.
“Little magpie,” he whispered as he looked at the black onyx ring. “You gave up everything for this, didn’t you?”
She nodded. “That is how much I trust you. Everything I had hidden away in that biscuit jar went to this. All my worldly goods are in that ring, Jude.”
“Then I will take it and hold it close, and never give you cause for regret.” He put the ring on his index finger, and Isabella grinned. How perfect it looked—how utterly sensual. She wanted that ringed hand on her body, comforting her. Loving her.
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BEYOND THE MIST, the darkness and shadow, he waits, reaching out through a veil of gossamer threads—‘your
future,’ he whispers, ‘your destiny’.
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How will I accomplish such a thing?” he said, and her
lashes fluttered closed as his bottom lip scraped gently up
the curve of her chin. “I’ll be everywhere you are. Your very
shadow.
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Everywhere you are, I will be. Everywhere you go, I will
go. I will follow you into your dreams, stay while you sleep,
watch while you eat.”
That sinful bottom lip touched hers, then played with it,
brushing it, tugging on it, parting her mouth as if he had all
the time in the world to play and coax. “I will be the very air
you breathe.
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