Dark Stranger Immortal (The Children of the Gods #3)(40)
Amanda said nothing, watching the Doomer as he worked at her kinks with surprisingly gentle hands. He was quite handsome: dark short hair, dark big eyes, and a classically structured face. Not to mention a big, powerful, yummy body…
It was such a shame that he was broken…
“What are you planning to do with me?” she asked.
Looking at her as if she were a hard-won prize, Dalhu kept massaging and bringing circulation back to her arms. Then, when she thought he wouldn’t answer her, he took hold of her hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss. “We are going to run—away from your people and mine. I found us a place to hide for a while. We will get to know each other… get close…”
His eyes were so full of hope that she felt sorry for the delusional bastard.
“A modern time Romeo and Juliet running away from their families, with just one small twist: Juliet doesn’t want to run, she is happy where she is…”
“Are you happy, Professor? With no mate? And no hope of ever finding one? Just going through your life alone? I know I wasn’t happy. I just existed, not really living through the long centuries of my life until I found you and grabbed a chance. We are each other’s only hope. Face it, there are no other compatible mates for us. It’s either this or a very long and lonely life. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make us happen. How about you give us the same chance?” The besotted look was gone, replaced by iron determination.
Amanda was speechless for a moment. The lunatic actually made sense…
or maybe she was just losing it, succumbing to the Stockholm syndrome.
“Could you bring me some water, please?” She bought herself a few moments to gather her thoughts.
Sipping slowly from the fresh water bottle he had handed her, she speculated that he’d found out her name and title by going through her purse.
Probably had gotten rid of her phone as well, eliminating the only chance of anyone locating her. It was up to her to convince him to let her go…
Yeah, right, as if that is going to work.
Except, with no other options she had to at least try.
Okay, here goes nothing…
“I understand your logic, but it’s flawed.” Amanda assumed her teacher’s voice, preparing for a lecture. The Doomer was crazy but not stupid, maybe she could make him see the light. “We come from very different worlds, different values, different beliefs, opposing beliefs actually, conflicting goals.
We are each other’s worst enemies. These kinds of differences could never be reconciled, and you cannot build a house on such a shaky foundation, for it will crumble and fall. I’m sorry, but this will never work between us.”
Amanda actually reached for his hand in an effort to comfort him.
He caressed the back of her hand with his thumb, smiling at her as if she were a misguided fool. “Didn’t I tell you I’ll do whatever it takes? You want me to take up your clan’s humanitarian mission? I’ll do it. You want me to forsake the Brotherhood? Already done. I don’t give a flying fuck about either. All I want is a little piece of heaven with you, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy.” He looked triumphant; there was nothing she could say to that.
“It’s not that simple,” was all she could manage on the spot.
“It is. Unless you can honestly say that you find me repulsive, ugly…”
Dalhu arched a brow.
Damn, remembering how she’d begged him to fuck her, she knew she couldn’t lie about this. “No, I can’t say that… You’re not completely unfortunate in the looks department.” Amanda shrugged dismissively.
“That’s the best you could do? Come on, Professor, I’m sure you have something better up your sleeve.” Dalhu lifted her hand up for a kiss, moving his thick, firm lips back and forth over the back of it, sending shivers down her spine.
Did he have to be this sexy? Really? Bad guys were supposed to be ugly and mean. It just wasn’t fair. “I’ll think of something. I promise.” And she meant it. There must be something that would burst his hopeful bubble.
She just had to find what it was.
3 3
K I A N
“M aster Kian, may I bother you for a moment?” Onidu asked from beyond the threshold.
Kian tensed, knowing that Onidu would never disturb him unless it was important. Releasing Syssi’s hand, he laid it gently on top of the warming blanket, then stepped out of the room and closed the door quietly behind him. “What’s going on, Onidu?”
“It is Mistress Amanda. She is not back yet, and I suspect something is wrong. She told Mistress Syssi that she had a few errands to run, and would call me when she was done or take a taxicab home. But it is already after eight, and Mistress Amanda is not back yet.”
“Did you call her? She might have gone to a club or to have dinner somewhere. You know how she is.”
“I called, but she did not answer.”
“Amanda might be in a noisy place and didn’t hear the ring.” Kian pulled out his phone and selected Amanda’s contact. The call went straight to voice mail.
He started worrying in earnest. It wasn’t that Amanda hadn’t done this type of thing before, she had, plenty of times. But she usually answered her phone—her immortal hearing sufficient to hear the ring even over a club’s deafening noise.