“Take your hands off me.” I was still whispering.
He didn’t. He dropped his forehead to mine and started talking.
“Think about it, love, please,” he urged softly.
“Think about what? How, while I was falling in love with you, you were playing me?”
“You love me,” he told me.
“Not anymore, I don’t,” I returned and I watched his eyes smile.
“You can’t fall out of love just like that.”
“Trust me, Tor, you can.”
He lifted his forehead from mine and swept his thumb across my lips. I tried to tear my face away but his fingers simply gripped tighter.
“You can’t. I know. I fell in love with her and it isn’t that easy. I know this because I tried.”
“Well, I’m not you,” I spat.
“No, thank the gods, you aren’t.” And his eyes were smiling as his lips twitched.
I looked at the ceiling then back at him. “Will you let me go?” I demanded impatiently.
“Yes, I will, in a moment.”
“Now!”
“A moment, Cora,” he stated firmly, I glared and he continued. “I will leave you to rest, you need some time away from me. I’ll give it to you.”
Really? How was he going to do that? Where was he going to go?
Oh Lordy, he’d probably walk in front of a car or…
“But, I’ll leave you with this,” he interrupted my thoughts. “If you have a twin in my world then it is safe to assume that there is a man in this world who looks like me. And if he was in your life, if you fell in love with him the instant you saw him, if you were convinced by a prophesy written in the sky that he carried half your soul, just like every prophesy that came true generation after generation for as long as anyone could remember… and then he crushed your heart… then I was brought into this world and I was charming, amusing, seducing you with every turn of my head, every look, every smile, every move I made, telling you fantastical stories about how I came from another world, what would you think? What would you do?”
“I didn’t seduce you!” I cried.
“Cora, love,” he whispered, “you’re seducing me right now.”
That shut me up and it made my heart clench.
“Think about that,” he said quietly then he let me go and stepped toward the door.
I watched him go and I knew I couldn’t watch him go.
Damn it all to hell!
I turned and called out to him (really, I had no choice), “Where are you going?”
He stopped in the doorway and looked at me. “Out.”
“Out where?”
“Wherever my feet take me.”
Shit!