voice, reaching out to him in his sleep through the connection she’d made.
Seth stirred slightly in his sleep, grunting and turning himself to another position.
" Come to me, my darling. "
Isra concentrated on creating a fantasy in her mind of the two of them together. In his mind, he would think it was just a dream. She tried to envision something different from the earlier dream she’d inspired in him. That one was too dark, too rough. He imagined his Camille to be sweet and innocent. If he really were dreaming about her, this is how he would see her.
This time she imagined herself in a flowing white lace negligee, her blonde hair spilling around her bare shoulders. She stood just out of his reach, her perfect breasts showcased by the deep v-neckline of her gown.
Seth watched her as he stood a few feet away. The gold in his eyes grew more intense as he surveyed every inch outlined by the silk and lace. His bare chest rose and fell with uneven breaths.
Isra let her gaze travel down the rippled muscles of his chest to settle on the low riding waistband of his pants. She had to admit, she enjoyed her work. By nature, she was a purely sexual creature. There was little she wanted more in this moment than to unbutton those pants, and not just to steal his soul. " Come to me, " she whispered.
Seth took a step forward and Isra took a step away to maintain her distance. She couldn’t let him touch her. Not yet. He frowned as she moved back and out of his reach.
" Don’t you want me, Seth? "
" Yes, " he growled, his hands balled into fists at his sides. He took another step forward and again Isra retreated.
" You know what you have to do, don’t you? "
Seth’s furrowed his brow as he tried to make sense of their dreamy world. " No. "
" You have to let me out. We can’t be together until you unlock the door. Do you have the key? "
Seth shook his head, his desires and his faint recollection of reality clashing. " I can’t let you out. " His words seemed anything but certain.
" Yes, you can. You are a big, strong man. You can do anything you want to. Don’t you want this? " Isra ran her hands over the slippery fabric to outline every luscious curve of her host’s body.
" Yes. "
Isra nodded and slowly started stepping further and further away from him until she was back in her cell. " Then let me out, Seth. "
Isra strained to maintain the fantasy in her mind. She could hear Seth as he got up from his chair and made his way over to the cell. He was sleepwalking, his eyes open yet not seeing anything but what she chose for him to see. If she lost her concentration, he would wake up. She was too close to screw this up.
Seth pulled a set of keys from his pocket and fumbled with them in his fingers.
" Yes, yes... " Isra urged. " We can be together now. "
He slid the key into the lock, his hands shaking ever so slightly with the desire overwhelming him.
" Open the door, " Isra whispered.
At that, the keys slipped from his fingertips and fell to the stone floor with a loud clank. Both Isra and Seth jumped out of their trance at the sound echoing in the stone-encased room.
Seth shook his head, gripping the cell in an attempt to shake the sleep that was clouding his mind. As his eyes focused on Isra , sitting naked in the cell, they grew wide with surprise.
She lunged forward, trying to blow him a pheromone-laced kiss in the hopes that she could still ensnare him in his groggy state. He leapt back, snatching up the keys and taking three more big steps away from her.
" Tricky, " he yawned, wagging his finger at her. " You are very, very tricky. "
8:29 P.M.
Seth cussed all the way up the elevator. How in the hell had he let that happen? He almost let a demon walk right out of her cage. He gripped the package under his arm even more tightly and brought another can of energy drink to his lips.
Not enough sleep, he supposed. He was immortal, but he wasn’t without his weaknesses. He had to eat and