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frantically tried figuring out a way to stay near her… without her pitching
a fit. He had told her – in no uncertain terms – he was not interested in her,
not in the slightest. The thought of her leaving without him made him frantic.
    He couldn’t tell her about his synth
singing; it was forbidden. Even within the Dhark Valley, it was forbidden and
with darn good reason.
    You never told a lifeMate your synth
sung if theirs had not. Every child grew-up hearing horror stories of what
happened to people who broke that Golden Rule. One of the worst stories he ever
heard, originated from Sídhí, just after people became infected with synth
crystal.
    The story related the horror of a
doomed lifeMate couple. The words, handed down through the generations, echoed
in his head as he remembered the details: It was a few years after the Ancients
infected the population of Sídhí with synth crystal and people didn't know what
the synth was capable of. Come to find out, it was capable of a lot, including
singing in the blood of a vampire General by the name, Kirkland. His synth
crystal sang for Princess Serena, a prisoner and a fae; she was one of the last
survivors of the powerful race. He opened the cage that held her, freeing her
on the spot. He told her his synth sang for her. She didn’t believe him. She
yanked his sword from his scabbard and swung. At the exact moment she beheaded
him, her synth sang for him.
    Derek shuddered; he had already royally
screwed up with Leah. He wasn’t going to make matters worse by telling her his
synth had sung for her. All he could do now was try and fix the mess he was in
without making it worse. Damage control didn’t come close to encompassing his
current needs.
    ~ ~ ~
    Leah turned and silently groaned; Derek
kept watching her. Maybe if she hadn’t emphatically rebuffed his advances, he
wouldn’t see her as a challenge.
    He started talking before she reached
the table. She had a really bad feeling he was about to make her summer
miserable.
    “I’ve got a suggestion,” Derek said.
    “No,” Leah said, without even hearing
it, knowing it would sound good, but would turn-out bad.
    “You haven’t even heard it yet,” he
argued, grabbing the back of her vest, he tugged her into her chair.
    Sighing, in an exasperated huff, she
said, “Okay, out with it. What’s your suggestion?” She put her hand over her
heart. “I’m waiting with baited breath to hear that silver tongue of yours.”
    “You do sarcasm so well,” he said with
a grin.
    Leah couldn’t help it, she chuckled. If
he wasn’t such a good-looking wretch, she might actually come to like him.
    “First, we declare a truce,” he said,
sighing at her expression of disbelief. “I can’t help my arrogance – though, I
will try – and you can’t help living in a Dhark Valley.” Holding up his hand,
he stopped her comment. “Second, I promise, I won’t try to get you in my bed.”
    He paused at her skeptical snort, but
kept going by saying, “Third, I’d rather have you as a friend that I can trust
than not at all. I have a feeling with people like Mort around we’ll need each
other.”
    “That’s true enough,” Leah said, trying
to decide if he had a hidden agenda. His suggestion had merit.
    He watched her with those eerie golden
eyes of his. She was sure he had an ulterior motive, but she really did like
him. That is, when he wasn’t trying to lay on the charm. For whatever odd
reason, they clicked. She frowned at the direction her thoughts had taken and
firmly amended her momentary insanity. They clicked as friends – absolutely –
nothing more.
    “All right, I agree,” Leah said,
crossing her arms she hid her full breasts, but his eyes never left her face
which was a surprise since most guys' attention centered on a girl's chest, not
her face.
    “Great, come on, let’s see if the
commissary has any sunscreen and I’ll introduce you to chocolate,” Derek said
eagerly, motioning for her to leave her