do you mean?"
"The mist is back. You're outlined in it."
Soren held up his arm. Blue mist with black swirls clung to his flesh. "Damn it." He rubbed his hand over his arm, displacing the mist for a moment then watched as it reformed before he began pacing back and forth in front of the window.
Skye thought he looked like one of Krystali's fierce wild cats when it was caught in a trap. "Try to relax. You're just going to make it worse."
"I can handle my own problems," he said then shooed her away. "Now git." The two words froze him in his tracks. He repeated them again then rubbed his temple. "I know someone who says those words but who?"
"Soren?"
"What?"
"The blue mist is filling the room. It's making me cold." She held out her hands. They too were covered in the mist. "How are you feeling?"
He looked at her and his expression changed from aggravated and suspicious to lustful and interested. "Come here, Skye."
She shook her head. "No, I think I'll take a hot bath." She stepped sideways toward the bathing chamber.
He shadowed her, his movements smooth yet threatening in an exciting way.
"You won't make it," he warned her. The expression on his face was an odd contrast between frustration and arousal.
"I'll make it if I place a wall of krystal between us." Soren's frown told her she'd said the wrong thing and displeased him.
He pointed to the floor in front of him. "Here. Now."
She stepped back then stopped when his expression darkened. "Why?"
"Skye."
Her name was spoken as a warning. The tone telling her it was the only one she'd receive. She moved to the exact place he pointed. "Soren?"
He shoved his fingers into her braided hair, pulled her into him until they were belly to belly, and tipped her head back. Staring into her eyes he said, "Never put a barrier of any kind between us. Do you understand?"
"Even if you order me to?" she asked to annoy him. Her punishment was a quick nip on her bottom lip.
"Unless I order you to do it." His thumbs brushed over her cheeks. "Understand?"
"Yes."
"Good, now return to your previous location."
"Why?"
He slid his lips over her cheek to her ear. "Because I want to chase you." He nipped her ear. "When I catch you I'm going to fuck you until you scream my name with pleasure then beg me to stop."
She laughed with excitement. "You want to chase me? Really?"
He nodded.
She gave him a quick hug. "Oh, Soren, thank you." She smiled then patted his arm when he gave her a puzzled look. "It’s a tradition in my culture for the warrior to capture the enchantress once she's chosen him." She waved her hand and the wall to their left opened to reveal an immense cave with stalagmites and stalactites filling it. The sound of dripping water and a waterfall could be heard in the distance. "Wait thirty nano-units before you come after me." She ran toward a large group of stalagmites as she spoke. "I won't make it easy for you to find me." She waved then disappeared into the shadows.
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Soren turned away and absently stared at the mountains while he thought about his predicament. His instincts told him Skye was telling the truth but she was holding something back. That knowledge kept him on edge.
He crossed his arms over his chest and his hand landed on one of his armbands. He tugged on it with the intention of removing and examining it. To his surprise it tightened. He released it and it loosened. He tried again and got the same reaction. Holding his arm out, he traced a finger over the etched pattern then stroked his fingertip over the black shard embedded in the red stone. Had she placed the bands on him? She'd said she'd claimed him. Were they a sign of her ownership? The thought of a female marking him infuriated him.
She'd said he was dying when she found him and that she'd risked her life to save him. Had she meant she'd risked her life by going out into the freezing temperatures or because she might have run into the Groaners or some other danger? Or had she meant