Lance rejuvenated enough to be coherent and conversational for a few days. As I watched the color return to his face, I began to feel encouraged.
Sadly, it was short lived.
He’d returned to his old self long enough to reassure me of the love that he had for me and to make sure that I knew that I was to move forward with my life. Reminding me of my magic and my ability to time travel, he struggled to get me to go over the running of the estate with him to be sure that I understood and could handle it on my own both in the past and in the future. I didn’t want to have that conversation with him, but I eventually lamented and allowed him his say.
When he felt confident that I was prepared for the inevitable, he told me something that shocked me to my core. He’d been Marduke’s prisoner since the night I’d learned that he intended to take me back to the past. With the help of Killian to keep me occupied, Jason and his w
I was furious with the society. They not only informed me that they had no one available who could assist me in returning to the past alongside my husband, they insisted upon returning him to the past immediately since his body was decomposing at record speed. Apparently, teleporting a body back to the past did not require that someone skilled in time travel accompany it, while teleporting a human being did. I imagine I taxed their nerves when they had to repeatedly assure me that they were positive that Lance would end up in the right place. They might have been doing things the way it was done for centuries, but it wasn’t my way and my confidence level was low.A full day passed before Anton appeared before me.Rushing into his arms, I wailed my dismay over the chain of events that occurred.“I saw to his burial myself, lass,” he assured me. “He was laid in the family plot. You can visit his grave her
“It’s only been a few weeks since your return. I can’t believe you’re taking cases already.”I watched as my handsome friend and former lover slid his large frame onto the sofa. I’d been successfully avoiding being alone with Killian since he’d picked Nora, me, and Lance up from Tillman’s house after our escape from an alternate dimension where I’d been forced to serve the dark lord, Marduke. I knew I would eventually have to speak with him. It was just that I had no idea what to say. How could I explain my feelings for him when I couldn’t understand -or even deal with- them myself?I loved Lance. He was my soulmate on so many levels. Unfortunately, during his absence and my not knowing if we would ever be together again, I’d fallen in love with the man who I’d befriended. Friendship at the base of a love affair made for a solid foundation. It w
Amy Whitehouse lived on the shady side of town, not far from the building where I’d been mugged. Memories of that night and the fact that it brought Killian into my life rambled through my head as I read off the address to Nora.“Isn’t this the area where you were attacked?” she asked as she slowed the car down to a crawl and leaned close to the steering wheel while studying the street numbers.“We passed it a few blocks back,” I replied.She glanced at me through the corner of her eye. “It seems so long ago and, in retrospect, not all that big a deal in comparison to everything else that’s happened.”“Yes,” I said with a nod.As if suddenly realizing what she’d said, Nora’s eyes went wide. “I didn’t mean that it was trivial. Being mugged and left for dead is not trivial. Nor is what Jason did to you while you were in the hospital
The front door flew open before either Nora or I had an opportunity to knock on it. A petite, slight blonde with captivating, rich blue-green eyes that watered just enough to remind me of the ocean greeted us with nervous warmth.It wasn’t until she’d invited us into her home that I realized that her vision was impaired. She informed us that she could see shapes and colors, but not much in the line of details. This made her legally blind. It was because of this affliction that she was unable to determine exactly what was happening in her home and why she needed our help.“I can clearly smell him even if I can’t clearly see him,” she explained as she served us tea with such ease and expertise that we were hard pressed to remember her vision impairment. “When he gets close enough to touch and I reach out, there’s nothing there. It’s so frustrating. If he were a technolog
“What do you think?” Nora asked as she slowly backed the car out of the driveway. “Normal or paranormal?”“I hope it’s normal,” I huffed as I adjusted my seat belt, “but, with my luck, it will be paranormal.”“We really need to work on your attitude lately,” she scoffed.I shrugged. She was right. I’d been incredibly moody and negative since we’d escaped through the portal and returned home. It was more than the mess with Lance and Killian. I knew that, but I just couldn’t pinpoint what it was.Staring out the window at the row of shabby and ill-kept homes, I went over my life in my mind. My childhood was something that I considered normal. I had no recollection of being taken from my birth parents and transported into the future to my new parents. College was so normal as to be considered dull. The fact that my life wa
Making love with Lance never ceased to be a special and exciting experience. Just the mere touch of his hand would send tiny electrical currents through my body that extended far beyond my erogenous zones.Like a typical male, he’d always fall asleep almost immediately afterwards. I didn’t hold it against him. I had the idea to research why men did this years ago when I got offended by my partner continually falling asleep right after sex. I learned that men release a cocktail of brain chemicals, including norepinephrine, serotonin, oxytocin, vasopressin, nitric oxide, and the hormone prolactin during their orgasm that makes them tired and sleepy. I wasn’t able to find research stating that women released the same type of cocktail, so I forgave the opposite sex for what appeared to be a lack of romance long ago.I listened to his steady breathing as I lay next to him. Peering through the darkness, I focu
It wasn’t until I felt the thick carpeting of the first step beneath my bare foot that I realized how profoundly affected I was by the news that Lance intended to take me back to his time. My legs trembled like they were made of rubber and my knees threatened to buckle beneath my weight. Worried that they wouldn’t hold me, I held tight to the railing and pulled myself up. First one step and then another. Looking up at the steep and seemingly never-ending climb awaiting me, it felt like a daunting task.I instantly regretted getting out of bed to investigate what was happening downstairs.“You’re pretty affected by this news, my sweetheart,” Killian whispered as he swept me into his arms.I rested my forehead against his shoulder and wrapped my arms around his neck as I weakly protested, “Put me down.”“I will just as soon as we reach the top of the stairs,” he replied.
“Bloody hell, what am I seeing?” Anton bellowed.“You know what you’re seeing,” Nora snapped over her shoulder while glowering at me.It was at that moment that I fully understood the term, ‘If looks could kill.” My dear friend was clearly furious with me.I let out a small squeak while pushing at Killian’s chest. If he was aware of the commotion about him, he made no indication of it while he continued to seek his second climax. He must have been on the verge of it when Nora opened the door because after just a few more thrusts I could feel his release inside of me.Shuddering with orgasmic satisfaction, his body collapsed against mine and I pushed all the harder.“Killian,” I said in a harsh tone that was still kept low to avoid waking Lance while I aggressively slapped his shoulder. “Get off me, now.”Eyes that always reminded me of a cle