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leaves her lips and anger and determination pour onto her face.  “I’ve tasted your kisses, Roman.  I know the lust you feel for this body.”  She gestures to her large, perfect breasts and down her long, shapely legs.
    “I was drunk and I don’t remember kissing you as you claim.  If I kissed you then, I’m sure I was thinking of someone else. Yet, even then you couldn’t coax me into your bed.”
    The woman flinches as if he slapped her.  “You are a cruel bastard.” 
    “So I’ve been told.”
    Trying a different tactic, the woman says in a sexy purr, “You can’t tell me you prefer th e Marid.  She’s a child, Roman.  She can’t satisfy you like I can.  You must do your duty with her, but you have a duty to our marriage, as well.  You could come home to me every night and I will make you forget about the little girl.”
    “She is not a little girl,” Roman growls.  “Get out of my bed.”
    Tilting her head defiantly, the woman says, “No.  You and I will consummate this marriage Roman.  All I need to do is tell your father and he will be furious with you.  He arranged our marriage and imagine his disappointment when he finds out you are defying him this way.  You’ve developed feelings for the pitiful thing.  He doesn’t know, does he?  She’s a toy, Roman.  Someone you can play with until she lets you mark her, that’s it.  There is no happily ever after for the two of you.  If the Marid doesn’t kill you when she finds out what you’ve been doing, then her brother will.”
    Roman is unfazed by her threats.  “If you do not get out of my bed on your own, I will throw your naked ass out into the street.  You are not my wife and you never will be.”
    With a sharp stab of pain, I am pulled out of the vision.  Zane is still straddling me but Brielle is now holding my bad arm just above where the flames are glowing.  Roman is slumped unconscious against a heaving Hank who pulled him free from my grasp. 
    “Skye, are you back with us?” Zane asks gently.
    I can’t speak so I nod my head.  The subtle movement is enough to make me lose the delicate hold I have on my nausea.  My throat opens and every bit of whiskey left in my stomach empties onto the bed, Zane and Brielle.  Brielle’s cries of disgust are the last thing I hear before I join Roman in unconsciousness.

     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 3
     
    I wake to the feel of a soft cloth gliding gently across my skin.  I open my eyes to find Zane sitting next to me, cleaning me up.  “You really know how to sober a guy up,” he teases when he notices I’m awake.
    “Did I hurt anyone?” I ask.  I’m most concerned for Roman.  The only other time I’ve used my flames I killed someone and Roman was the one with direct contact this time.
    Zane shrugs.  “Not really.”
    I don’t like the sound of that.  “Not really?” 
    He hesitates a moment before answering.  “Roman hasn’t woken up yet.”
    I try to sit up but the movement brings back the nausea.  I put my head back on the pillow.  “How do you know he’s okay then?”
    “Grams checked him out.  He’s breathing, there are no burn marks and he’s mumbling.  Those are pretty good signs of him being okay.”
    Unless he’s mumbling because I turned his brain into mush.  I refuse to say this out loud, afraid it will make it true.  “Where is he?”
    Zane has the decency to look embarrassed as he says, “On the floor on the other side of the bed.”
    “You left him on the floor?!”
    “With a pillow and a blanket.”
    “Like that makes it better?”  This time I will myself through the nausea and sit up.  “Why didn’t you put him on the bed?”
    Zane’s voice has a steely edge when he responds.  “Honestly?  Because he’s the least of my worries right now.  You freaked out, tried to set him on fire and it almost gave Hank a heart attack pulling him away from you.  Grams was ready to call 911 until she remembered her nitro