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.Shock maybe, but suddenly the room was spinning.He caught her arm and lowered her onto the sofa.“Would you like a glass of water?”Anything for a reprieve from his overwhelming presence.She nodded her head, trying to look like the fainting type.She was fairly sturdy, so maybe he wouldn’t completely believe it, but he was so feudal it was just possible she had a good shot at it.His mouth did that slight curving twitch that indicated a faint smile.He shook his head and handed her a glass of water.“You are not very good at censuring your thoughts.Tell me what your normal day is like.”She shrugged and ran through her days in her mind.Bath.Brushing hair.Cleaning her room.Breakfast.Cleaning the house.Ordering for the homes on the ranch.Checking horses and cattle for illness or injuries.Making lunch.Taking hot coffee and sandwiches to Julio.Riding with him while they chatted.The air in the room turned heavy.The walls expanded and the floor rolled.She scowled and grabbed at the sofa.What’s wrong? You asked me to tell you a typical day.I do get free time for lunch and riding.“Who is this man you laugh with?”Marguarita frowned.You don’t know Cesaro’s son? When he continued to stare until she swore she felt a burning sensation in the region of her forehead she sighed.I need a pen and paper.I can’t send correct impressions.“I think I understand your impressions very well.You will not be riding with this man again.Proceed.”Marguarita rubbed her head.She had the beginnings of a headache.She was exhausted and too confused to be afraid anymore.One moment she was angry with Zacarias and the next amused.She had absolutely no idea how to handle him.The connection between them seemed to be growing stronger the more she was in his mind.She didn’t want him in her head, and the more she communicated with him through telepathy, the easier it was for him to slip into her mind without her knowledge.The sensation had become so natural in such a short space of time, she could no longer feel anything but warmth.I visit any of the ranches that need help, take care of any medical issues that crop up when the men are working, fix dinner and eat.“I cannot tell if you eat alone.”He sounded so grim she glanced up at his set face.He looked like stone.She pressed her fingers to her head.Most of the time.I clean up the kitchen, bake sometimes, bathe and read before I go to bed—alone.He reached down and settled his fingers on her temples.“Close your eyes.I think you have had enough for the night.You need to rest.We will continue this conversation at sunset tomorrow.We shall call a truce between us.Tonight, you will sleep and be unafraid.I have provided strong safeguards.Should a servant of the vampire come, he will not be able to gain entrance to my home.”Her heart jumped.He’d said “my home.” She had never heard of any of the De La Cruz family refer to a place as their home.The thought slid away from her before she could hold on to it, the warmth replacing the ache in her head making her slightly fuzzy.Zacarias bent and scooped her up, carrying her through the house to her room.The bedroom door was perfectly intact.Her bedroom was immaculate, she noted in passing.Her eyelids felt heavy, her body not wanting to move.He laid her on her bed and smoothed back her hair, his touch almost a caress.She couldn’t remember why she thought him overbearing and arrogant and feudal.He tucked her in and reassured her that she was safe.She felt safe.She even smiled at him before she let her lashes drift down.She liked the idea of a truce.She could totally manage a truce.6Inside the dark hacienda, beneath the heavy four-poster bed, buried deep in the rich soil, Zacarias’s eyes snapped open simultaneously with the first beat of his heart.A shadow passed over the house, barely there, but still, he was an ancient warrior and he felt that subtle disturbance.The sun had sunk from the sky and night had dropped like a heavy curtain over the ranch.The night had brought spies with her.He normally would have welcomed the hunt.It was what he did.All he knew.He was comfortable in that role.He was a loner.He had no idea how humans lived or worked and he had never wanted to know.They were certainly fragile creatures.Now he had—her—the beautiful lunatic who had somehow crept into his life and had no idea how to even protect herself from an eagle’s claws.He had known it was only a matter of time before his enemies would seek revenge.By the very swiftness of their search, he knew a master vampire directed them to each of the De La Cruz haciendas.He had been in existence for far too long to think it might simply be a coincidence.They were hunting him.Ordinarily he would let them know exactly where he was and he would have welcomed the battle—but this time there was too much at stake.He waited until the flock of shadowed birds had passed overhead, circling the ranch several times before moving on [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Shock maybe, but suddenly the room was spinning.He caught her arm and lowered her onto the sofa.“Would you like a glass of water?”Anything for a reprieve from his overwhelming presence.She nodded her head, trying to look like the fainting type.She was fairly sturdy, so maybe he wouldn’t completely believe it, but he was so feudal it was just possible she had a good shot at it.His mouth did that slight curving twitch that indicated a faint smile.He shook his head and handed her a glass of water.“You are not very good at censuring your thoughts.Tell me what your normal day is like.”She shrugged and ran through her days in her mind.Bath.Brushing hair.Cleaning her room.Breakfast.Cleaning the house.Ordering for the homes on the ranch.Checking horses and cattle for illness or injuries.Making lunch.Taking hot coffee and sandwiches to Julio.Riding with him while they chatted.The air in the room turned heavy.The walls expanded and the floor rolled.She scowled and grabbed at the sofa.What’s wrong? You asked me to tell you a typical day.I do get free time for lunch and riding.“Who is this man you laugh with?”Marguarita frowned.You don’t know Cesaro’s son? When he continued to stare until she swore she felt a burning sensation in the region of her forehead she sighed.I need a pen and paper.I can’t send correct impressions.“I think I understand your impressions very well.You will not be riding with this man again.Proceed.”Marguarita rubbed her head.She had the beginnings of a headache.She was exhausted and too confused to be afraid anymore.One moment she was angry with Zacarias and the next amused.She had absolutely no idea how to handle him.The connection between them seemed to be growing stronger the more she was in his mind.She didn’t want him in her head, and the more she communicated with him through telepathy, the easier it was for him to slip into her mind without her knowledge.The sensation had become so natural in such a short space of time, she could no longer feel anything but warmth.I visit any of the ranches that need help, take care of any medical issues that crop up when the men are working, fix dinner and eat.“I cannot tell if you eat alone.”He sounded so grim she glanced up at his set face.He looked like stone.She pressed her fingers to her head.Most of the time.I clean up the kitchen, bake sometimes, bathe and read before I go to bed—alone.He reached down and settled his fingers on her temples.“Close your eyes.I think you have had enough for the night.You need to rest.We will continue this conversation at sunset tomorrow.We shall call a truce between us.Tonight, you will sleep and be unafraid.I have provided strong safeguards.Should a servant of the vampire come, he will not be able to gain entrance to my home.”Her heart jumped.He’d said “my home.” She had never heard of any of the De La Cruz family refer to a place as their home.The thought slid away from her before she could hold on to it, the warmth replacing the ache in her head making her slightly fuzzy.Zacarias bent and scooped her up, carrying her through the house to her room.The bedroom door was perfectly intact.Her bedroom was immaculate, she noted in passing.Her eyelids felt heavy, her body not wanting to move.He laid her on her bed and smoothed back her hair, his touch almost a caress.She couldn’t remember why she thought him overbearing and arrogant and feudal.He tucked her in and reassured her that she was safe.She felt safe.She even smiled at him before she let her lashes drift down.She liked the idea of a truce.She could totally manage a truce.6Inside the dark hacienda, beneath the heavy four-poster bed, buried deep in the rich soil, Zacarias’s eyes snapped open simultaneously with the first beat of his heart.A shadow passed over the house, barely there, but still, he was an ancient warrior and he felt that subtle disturbance.The sun had sunk from the sky and night had dropped like a heavy curtain over the ranch.The night had brought spies with her.He normally would have welcomed the hunt.It was what he did.All he knew.He was comfortable in that role.He was a loner.He had no idea how humans lived or worked and he had never wanted to know.They were certainly fragile creatures.Now he had—her—the beautiful lunatic who had somehow crept into his life and had no idea how to even protect herself from an eagle’s claws.He had known it was only a matter of time before his enemies would seek revenge.By the very swiftness of their search, he knew a master vampire directed them to each of the De La Cruz haciendas.He had been in existence for far too long to think it might simply be a coincidence.They were hunting him.Ordinarily he would let them know exactly where he was and he would have welcomed the battle—but this time there was too much at stake.He waited until the flock of shadowed birds had passed overhead, circling the ranch several times before moving on [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]