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to find a way to thank her for simply existing, for being so exquisite and perfect.
Desari returned his kiss with the same tenderness he was showing her. He could melt her so easily, the
way he could go from wild hunger to such gentleness. Reluctantly she allowed his body to be free of hers.
It was almost too much to bear the separation. And Julian said it was only going to grow, this need she
had for him, the intense emotion she was coming to know as what the humans called love. It was not an
emotion she could name so easily. No words she knew could describe the strength, the intensity of what
she felt for Julian. To keep from crying and making a fool of herself, she rose and walked to the lake,
submerging herself in the shimmering water.
Julian propped himself up on one elbow to watch her in the darkness. She swam like a sleek otter,
moving through the water with her hair streaming behind her.
He caught enticing glimpses of her rounded bottom, of her breasts, her small feet. Just watching her took
his breath away. He ached inside with some unnamed emotion. Then he was on his feet and striding
toward the lake, unable to keep still when his insides were twisting in knots with so many unfamiliar
feelings pushing in. He hit the water running and did a shallow dive toward deeper water.
He surfaced close to her, needing the nearness. He had failed to read the danger to them several risings
earlier because he was so aroused. It was a difficult lesson, one that could have taken Desari's life, had
almost cost him his own. It would never happen again. A part of him continually scanned their
surroundings. It didn't seem likely that there were many more vampires in the area. Most often those that
traveled together temporarily were an ancient or experienced vampire and one or two lesser pawns. The
undead, even the lowest of them, could not tolerate company for too long without a battle for supremacy.
But somewhere out there was his archenemy, waiting, perhaps watching.
Although he felt certain the human society of killers would not strike again in the near future, either, he
would not forget they had also made an attempt on Desari's life.
Desari had several concerts scheduled in the near future, but the troupe would take a well-earned break
after this next one. Her family members were already setting up for it, waiting anxiously for her arrival.
Desari and he had to cover the distance between them this night. As it was, she had missed her last stop.
He wished they could miss all of them. But her concerts were advertised far in advance, and she hated to
disappoint her audience. Still, it made Julian uneasy that anyone could know where they were going to be
at almost any given time.
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Julian glanced skyward. The night was gleaming with stars, clear and welcoming. Water lapped at his
body, creating sound in the quiet. A slight breeze rustled the leaves of the trees; bats dipped and wheeled
overhead. His world. The night. He glanced at Desari as she paced herself, swimming strongly across the
lake. He did a lazy crawl after her, keeping within easy reaching distance of her. She was determined to
do this next concert, to put herself in danger, just to entertain humans.
His fist hit the water hard, sending a geyser shooting into the air. It brought her attention back to him. He
felt her in his mind before he could censor his thoughts.
"Not just to entertain, Julian. For myself, for my family. For Darius. He needs to keep busy. There has
been such a change in him over the centuries. I cannot take the chance of quitting now, when he needs
me the most. I told you I felt that way."
Julian had already told her they would stay with her family so she would not have to worry about Darius.
"I am not changing my mind,piccola . I am simply considering what a pushover I have been with you.
You could help me out a bit by learning what obedience is all about." In truth he was ashamed of himself
for putting her in danger, for not being man enough to leave her. Was it not a matter of honor? He had
lived for honor, yet now, when it counted most&
Desari's soft laughter added to the beauty of the night. "I would not hold my breath if I were you. This
will be good for you, learning to deal with my family, interacting with the human race. It will improve your
social skills significantly."
"You are saying my social skills need improvement?" There was a threat in his voice, and he began
swimming toward her, his body gliding silently through the water like a shark, like the predator he was.
Desari splashed water at his face and dove deep to escape the arm snaking out for her. She felt his
fingers brush her ankle. She kicked strongly, hoping to put distance between them before she surfaced.
But the laughter welling up was making it difficult to hold her breath beneath the water, and she was
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