Yearnings: A Paranormal Romance Box Set (19 page)

Elijah’s gaze pierced hers. “I would never force you to remain with me. But I hope you will. If you refuse, I’ll take you to safety.”

Thank God she’d gotten herself into the adjoining bathroom’s shower last night. Sadie’s other knee touched his. Again, awareness zinged up her thigh, burying sparks into her belly. She watched him for a similar reaction. Elijah didn’t even blink.

She pushed down her disappointment and wrapped her mind around his explanations. “What happens if I stay with you?”

“
You’ll have my protection, as well as Lyric
’s
and Holly’s, who you’ll meet. With our healer Astrid’s help we’ll see you through the change. After
,
we’ll train you. You already have a high kick.”

Sadie half-grinned. “Kickboxing.” The one thing her body remembered, even on meds. “I’m not sure I can stay
,
though. I can’t exactly up and disappear. People will worry.” More like people would completely freak out, namely Heather. Sitting on a bed a few inches from the most perfect bow shaped mouth did a lot in the way of minimizing fears of Heather and doctors.

“
Whatever excuses you need to make, I’ll help. Work, your family. Is there anything you can tell them to give us a few weeks, maybe longer?”

Sadie chewed her lower lip. No question remained as to if she would stay. She believed every word Elijah spoke. It felt true down to the bone. But what would she tell everyone in order to deflect worry? “Knowing Heather, without a brilliant story, there’ll be an all points bulletin on me as a missing person who may not know her name.”

“
Acting as your lover seemed to convince, albeit infuriate, your sister and Jen.”

Sadie’s belly twirled. The warm sensation traveled lower. Much lower, and grew hot. “That might take a lot of convincing.” She refused to spell out how long it had been since she’d had a date
,
let alone more. “My sister didn’t buy it.”

“
Jen did. Trust me. I can handle it.”

“
I suppose we had a little practice.”

“
And time for more.” His eyes flashed
,
then grew guarded. “Lyric can help. He’s a feeder and can influence human perceptions. One thing humans did get right about their vampire is the power of mesmerism.” Something wavered in his gaze.

“
I feel like you’re not telling me something.”

His gaze faltered. “I’m a little tense. Forgive me. A lot is at stake right now.”

“
No, it feels like there’s more.” He was so close. “Just tell me. I can take it.”

“
Lyric and Holly will get here any moment.” He glanced at his compass. “They were after the immortal following you.”

Trepidation ran through her.

Elijah placed a hand on each of her knees. “Sadie?”

“
I’m okay. It’s a lot to absorb is all.” A lot to absorb through the haze of being so close to him. Just like in the dreams, she longed to feel his hands on her body. What would it feel like if he meant to kiss her rather than faking it for Heather? Before she’d known he was real, and she’d kissed him then, had his reaction been sincere or just a tactic to keep her calm?

He removed his hands. “It will get easier,” Elijah said. “Once you’ve transformed.”

But he didn’t sound certain. “What if it doesn’t get easier? What then?”

“
I don’t know. But trust me. I can hear how awful and strange my world must seem to you. If it were up to me, I’d have left you alone.” That stung. “But it isn’t only me. And when it comes down to it, no one deserves to go through any of this alone. Whatever this change is.”

Tangled in hope and longing, Sadie struggled to be logical, to listen to what was happening. She wanted a strategy. She didn’t want to be a prisoner for her own safety. It simply struck too close to her months living with Heather, the weeks in the hospital, all for her protection.

“
Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate everything you’re offering, Elijah. Really, I do. But,” she said at last, fisting her hands full of covers, ignoring the soft craving below her belly. “The room, the food, the protection. Pretending you’re my boyfriend.” The heat between her thighs renewed at the memory of his kiss, completely at odds with the dread in her belly. “One thing I don’t get. Why are you so willing to do all of this for me?”

His eyes narrowed a bit. He got up. “Come with me,” he said and held out his hand.

Sadie took his hand but he didn’t lead her away. He pulled her into his arms. Her breath caught.

Elijah’s arms encircled her. His scent and the feel of his hard body enveloped her. “Close your eyes.”

Instinctively, she closed them and tilted her chin up, anticipating his lips coming to meld to hers. Instead
,
a rush of cold hit her. Pins and needles prickled every inch of her. She couldn’t move or speak. In an instant, it stopped and her feet hit cool hardness. Sadie looked down, around. Seeing roof tiles under her soles, she wobbled.

“
Don’t worry,” Elijah said. “I’ve got you.”

She let out a small yelp, her gaze darting from the cactus speckled landscape, to distant rooftops, to the burgeoning sky and back to Elijah.

He grinned. “I transported you. Do you feel woozy? Sick?”

“
Yeah, I can see that.” She wanted to scold him, but decided whatever he was trying to prove, she’d go with it first. “I think I’m okay.”

“
Does your head hurt? Can you take a little more?”

“
If more means flying again or doing that again, no
thanks.” Sadie held on tight to his arms. “Can you get us down the regular way?”

He laughed and the sound quieted her nerves. His hands gripped her waist tighter. “No more transporting. I promise. But
rather than explain why I’m willing to help you, I’d like to show you. Is that alright?”

She wanted to go with him, to feel his body against hers again. But she also had to think rationally. Something didn’t add up. He’d done nothing suspicious so far, but she knew he was leaving something out.

“
Are you afraid of heights?” Elijah asked.

“
Uh, little late to be asking, don’t you think?”

He chuckled. She liked making him laugh. It dissolved most of the tension in her stomach.

“
Trust me,” he said and pulled her in close again.

Her heart beat harder. He lifted her, wrapped her arms and legs about him.

His eyes glittered with a touch of mischief. “Don’t worry. It isn’t far.”

She shut her eyes and held tight, feeling him lift off.

“
I have a confession to make,” he said. Her eyelids didn’t want to peel open to the brilliant morning sky or the wind. “I have ulterior motives in helping you.” His warm breath tickled her neck. “My oldest friend is missing. He’s like a brother to me and is missing because of me.”

That couldn’t be easy to admit to. Sensing he had more to say, she didn’t respond.

“
If you transform into a messenger.” He shifted her weight, bringing her hips closer. “If you become a messenger, I am hoping you will help me find him.”

“
How?” She felt the weight of the question as well as the tightening in his arms. She forced her eyes open. “The simple version.”

“
A messenger could help locate him, possibly more.”

The line of horizon between blue sky and brown mountains receded as he flew. The wind whipped her hair. The dread from before returned. It welled up her throat. “What if I don’t transform?”

“
I don’t know, Sadie. I only know the life you were living is gone now. I know someone is after you.”

It wasn’t what she wanted to hear. She wanted him to say it didn’t matter if she changed. She wanted him to say her safety alone mattered. Or more.

Elijah needed her to find his brother. He hadn’t come to her because of who she was but because of what she might do for him.

What if she couldn’t? What then?

What if she became something else? Would he still be so interested in her transformation, in protecting her?

Sadie closed her eyes. She could feel him waiting for her to reply. But she had no idea what to tell him.

~ ~ ~

Chapter Fourteen

Guilt prodded at Elijah. Sadie’s silence worried him. “I should have told you up front. To be honest, I was following you. I was trying to see if you were in fact a changeling. To see if you might be transforming into the one kind of immortal who could locate Crusoe, my brother.” He honed in on her sound, hating how subdued it grew with every word he spoke. “In following you, I found you in danger. I interceded.”

“
You only want me for what I might become.”

Tension nearly poured from her body. He held her tight and flew. “As harsh as that sounds, yes. You have to understand, there are reasons mortals are completely off limits for immortals. Our presence puts humans in danger. Humans think differently, live differently, hell, your blood is the most powerful drug known to us.”

Her hum softened even further.

He pressed on. “At every turn, mortals are ripe for exploitation. I cannot begin to tell you the ugliness I’ve witnessed hunting my own kind, addicted to human blood or feeding of
f
their rapture.”

“
What happens if I don’t become what you want?”

“
You will. I know it in my gut.”

“
That’s not good enough,” she said against his neck, the wind warring with her voice.

He knew she was right. “Then you’ll be protected and you’ll become a fully transformed changeling in the safety of immortals. You’ll learn to harness your powers so that you can protect yourself. Please don’t begrudge me for believing you are a messenger, though. If your sister went missing,” he said, in spite of the sick beating in his gut
,
“
w
hat lengths would you go to find her?”

“
I would do anything. But we aren’t talking about my sister.”

She didn’t sound defensive, or angry. Just quiet.

Sadie shifted so their eyes met. The nubs of her hardened nipples grazed his chest. Heat flashed over his neck. His mind dug up the memory of her mouth on his.

Lyric fed an image into his mind, blocking his jolt of attraction. Something had gone wrong
;
otherwise
,
they’d be at the safe house making the preparations they’d discussed last night. Unless, had they found the changeling? He’d have to show Sadie the vortex cavern and the realm reflection pool within another time.

“
Change of plans.” The scenery blurred beneath them as he changed course and sped to meet Lyric and Holly at the South Mountain peak Lyric projected. Sadie remained quiet. Elijah sensed she was weighing her options and got prepared to beg if need be.

“
I suppose,” Sadie said at last, pressing her forehead to his shoulder
,
“
t
hat if you help me I can help you in return, on one condition. You teach me everything I need to know in order to never need your protection.” Again, she pulled back to look at him. “I want to know I’ll be able to enter your world on my own, to survive on my own.”

A strange shiver ran between them, almost a shockwave. Her eyes fluttered, her lips parted as she waited for his agreement. His heart thrummed a staccato. One kiss, one honest kiss that held nothing back.

What could it hurt? His body hardened.

“
Agreed. I am more grateful than you can ever fathom,” he said, his voice throaty. Heat flashed again over his chest, aware of her breasts pressed against him. He held her closer, his mind spinning as he flew them lower, closer to the ground.

He had no business being attracted to her, no matter what she’d agreed to or would become. He had no business wanting her. Yet he
did, so
intensely in that moment that nothing seemed at stake.

Not her transformation. Not Crusoe. Nothin
g
.

He met her mouth hungrily, holding her close. She tasted so sweet. She let out a whimper. Her tongue tangling with his. His erection almost hurt, pressing against her welcoming heat. His wings strained. He forced his eyes open and focused on the horizon but damned if he didn’t feel dizzy.

He sucked at her tongue. Sadie moaned, undulating against his hard flesh. The horizon warbled in his view. He broke their kiss.

“
Elijah,” she gasped.

“
I can’t,” he said, his voice hoarse with passion. He was behaving like an animal, exploiting her human attraction to him. He had to control himself. Never again. Not one more touch. Not even the thought of it. “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”

He’d never experienced attraction to a mortal. It went against everything he believed in. But she wasn’t human, not really, was she? She was a changeling.

It shouldn’t matter. He wouldn’t let himself justify taking advantage of her or manufacture a loophole to wriggle through. He could never have her. Period.