"Will do." Kyrian hung up and tossed his phone onto his counter.
"Is something wrong?" Amanda asked.
He laughed in spite of himself. "I think a better question would be, is anything not wrong?"
"And that means?"
"It means your boring life has just ended. And for the next few days, it looks as if you're going to find out exactly how dangerous mine is."
"Oh no," Amanda said, rising on her tiptoes to stand nose to nose with Kyrian. She arched a brow and dared him with her eyes to deny her words. As she spoke, each word was short and clipped. "You are so wrong. I want my life back. I want it boring and I want it long."
Her spirit amused him as she emphasized the last word. She was spectacular when riled and he wondered just how long he could keep that color high in her cheeks. The fire in those lush blue eyes.
Better still, as her breasts rose and fell with the weight of her conviction, images of other things that would make her breathless flashed though his mind.
He wanted to keep her breathless. Wanted to taste her passion fully.
Kyrian's lips itched to kiss hers, his hands ached to touch her body until she cried out with pleasure.
Gods, but this woman tempted him as he'd never been tempted before. And he had once loved temptation in a way that defied explanation. Over the centuries, he'd forgotten that small personality flaw, but ever since he had awakened with her next to him, he had been painfully reminded of the mortal man he used to be.
Slowly, bit by bit, he could feel her breaking down the barriers he had built around himself, the numbness. He had distanced himself from his feelings for centuries. And though he'd had mortals he cared about during that time, none of them had ever touched him as she did.
It was so strange to him.
Why her?
Why now? Now when he needed clarity of thought to deal with Desiderius.
The Fates were once again toying with him and he didn't like it in the least.
He could feel his blood pounding through his veins as he stared at those moist, full lips. Already he could taste them. Feel her. Dear gods, how he craved her.
She, alone, awoke the hungry beast in him. The part of him that wanted to growl and devour her body inch by slow, studied inch, all night long.
But Amanda was human and he could offer her nothing of himself. His soul and loyalty belonged to Artemis.
Besides, Amanda had a right to her dream of normality. Her dreams of a home and family with an average man.
After having his own dreams so cruelly, vengefully stripped from him, he refused to do that to her now.
She deserved to have her long, full, and boring life. Everyone deserved a chance to obtain their heart's wishes.
He swallowed the lump in his throat that ached with desire for her and knew, in that moment, he had to banish her from his thoughts.
She could never be his.
Her destiny was to return to a family who loved her and to find a mortal man who could...
He didn't finish that thought. It was too painful to even contemplate.
"For your sake," he whispered, resisting the urge to touch her hair, "I hope that's true, but I'm afraid with the raw, untapped powers you have and with the vampire-hunting Tabitha does, it's not going to be possible to live your boring life for the next few days."
She broke eye contact with him. "I have no powers." Her voice was sharp, yet it lacked her earlier conviction.
He reached out and fingered her chin, seeking to comfort the trouble he saw on her face, the fears he didn't understand. Why wouldn't she acknowledge the gifts she had been given?
"You might not claim them, Amanda, but they're there. You have premonitions and telepathy. Projection and empathy. They're similar in many ways to Tabitha's, but your powers are a lot stronger than hers."