Page 30 of Eternal Craving

“I know you.” I sat up.

She raised an eyebrow.

“Sunaria?”I tried to focus.

She gave a nod. “Your ear’s fine.”

“How long have I been here?”

“Not long.”

“I have to get to my sister. Wait…you’re…”

“Hush.”

I could make it to the door in about ten steps. The idea of a woman being any kind of threat felt ridiculous, and yet she conveyed an unearthly presence and that stare of hers elicited a visceral response, a sense that she had within her the power to entrap, to seduce and completely enslave.

This arousal could have been better timed. I shook it off. “That carriage, it was yours?”

“Yes.”

“You saved my life?”

“You’re reckless.”

“That’s the first time anyone’s ever made that remark about me.” I climbed out of bed and stared at her. “Roelle, what the hell happened to him?”

She wrapped her pale, delicate fingers around the bedpost and hugged it.

I gestured. “Please don’t come any closer.”

“Daumia, lay back down.”

I placed my feet firmly on the floor. Those long, red fingernails of hers would leave a mark, scratching a man’s back until he came.

My back.

Not arousal, I’d confused it with the excitement stirred by danger.

God, I wanted her.Wanted to taste her lips, wanted to strip her naked of that fine garb and own her body. Even in this state my mind spiraled with the madness of it all.

“You’ve lost a lot of blood.” Her heavy-lidded gaze held mine.

There were no marks on my hands from the vines. I turned to face the vanity and peered into the mirror. I peeled back the bandage and to my astonishment my ear had healed. Blood on my collar was the only suggestion of an injury. I rememberedthe sword slicing through, shivered and spun round, lifting my shirt and checking my back. Again no laceration where I thought I’d been stabbed, causing me to question my memories. Then, something slipped through…

Her hand hovered over my mouth. A few drops of warm crimson fell from her wrist.

Her curious gaze studied me. “How much do you remember?”

“Everything.”

She stepped closer. “Then we have a problem.”

Chapter Thirteen

A cold cup pressed against my lips.

I shoved it away and scrambled up, leaning back against the headboard.