she seized his thick arm without thinking. Her body once again reacted. She felt a desire to make love. Visions of kissing him deeply while he cupped her breasts were so vivid it felt real. She was overwhelmed with the need to touch him.
She wanted him, badly. She rarely had interest in men, but her feelings for him were absurdly intense for meeting him so recently. The blood they shared and their morphing changes were undeniably luring her. With each touch, she wanted him more and more. Ky let go of his arm, and the need to feel his caresses lessened. Cobaaron was right; she needed to stay away from him—far away from him. No wonder he didn’t want to come in contact with her and refused to touch her. He knew how powerful bonds were, while she hadn’t.
“Take me to your councilmen,” Cobaaron commanded.
“You don’t know the way?” Ky asked. The two women then noticed her. Their eyes widened, and the woman with the small child gasped at the sight of Ky. Her presence surprised them. Ky now had glowing skin, while the other two women were creamy white. Clearly in this world, shining wasn’t normal.
Cobaaron didn’t answer Ky. Instead, he exhaled a throaty exasperated groan as the women continued to admire him. “Well, get out of the way then, if you’re going to be this useless,” Cobaaron scolded with annoyance.
“No, I’ll take you,” the woman who was holding the water spoke up. She motioned for them to follow. The three followed tunnels until they came to a tall wooden double door that had an elaborately carved tree with gems for leaves. The woman bowed when Cobaaron excused her, and scurried away in the direction they had come.
“It would be nice,” Cobaaron whispered softly, “if you didn’t mention that we shared blood. They don’t need to know that right now.” Ky nodded, positive hinting they were married wouldn’t bode well. She didn’t like the idea of marriage either. Being forced to marry in a strange land, to someone she just met, was the last thing she wanted. He smiled looking relieved, and added, “Stay behind me. You can’t be seen with so few clothes. You’re considered pure.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Cobaaron thrust open the double doors. There were several men and women sitting around a huge stone circular table. They were eating a large feast, laden with heaps of exotic foods Ky had never seen. The air was thick with the smell of spicy meats. Though she was sure that one of the dishes was a mound of pickled potatoes, nothing else looked familiar or appetizing. However, they all shared white meat from a fat lobster tail that had a face of a pug.
The room fell to a deathly quiet when they entered. The few women gasped when they saw Ky, and the men covered their eyes to keep her from their sight.
“A Star,” a woman inhaled in disbelief. The council immediately stood.
“Someone offer her a robe, and cover her quickly,” another woman hissed. A councilman hurriedly shucked off an enormous velvet cloak and threw it toward Ky. Because he wasn’t looking, his aim was a bit off, but Cobaaron caught the cloak then draped it over her.
“Someone needs to fetch Airia,” another man proclaimed.
“I’ll go,” the man who gave up the cloak volunteered and hurried from the room. While he was gone, they all stared at Ky. No one dared to speak to her, but they all murmured under their breath to one another. Cobaaron groaned and moaned every once in awhile, but said nothing.
The doors swung open, and the man ushered in another woman who was glowing. Her skin was pale, almost white, with blue snowflake-like designs. She was covered in jewelry and gems from the city. She had more tattooing, which covered almost all her white skin, even on her cheekbone next to her right eye. She glided gracefully passed Cobaaron and Ky, as her eyes locked onto Ky.
When she reached the council in the depth of the room, the woman who gleamed white said, “I’m Airia. Like you, I’m a Star. I’ve