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From the corner of her eye, Liza was aware of Stygian staring at her, his expression more savage than normal, the dark bronze skin of his face stretched tight over the sharp planes and angles that made up his face.
He was furious at her decision.
He could have been Navajo if not for the darker color of his flesh.
Of course, she had no doubt there were Navajo genes in his DNA. Almost all Breeds held the DNA of the Navajo, or one of the tribes that had joined with the Nation in the early part of the century.
“Where do you go when you disappear, Liza?”
The question threw her off guard but not enough to eliminate the mental and emotional distance between them.
A brief shrug was all the answer she could come up with.
To be honest, she didn’t know herself where she was at the moment. Was she hiding? Or was she finding something she only found in her nightmares?
Strangely enough, though, she did feel something: the swollen sensitivity of her clit, the engorged readiness of her nipples, the ache just beneath her skin for his touch. The need for his kiss.
That was odd. She’d never felt such arousal for a man, especially not at a time when whatever emotions caused this distance pulled her back from reality.
Hell, she’d never ached like this for a man period.
“You won’t do this.” There was no anger in his tone.
That too was odd. Even her housemates were known to become angry when Liza let herself become lost, as Claire called it.
And what was it that he wasn’t going to let her do?
She stared at the house. The pretty green, well-watered lawn. The blooms that sprang in abandon through the small flower beds and abundance of shrubs.
The single-story adobe ranch house looked bright, welcoming. The windows and curtains thrown open, the sheers giving her house a slightly hazy, serene look.
She’d worked hard to make the rental a home. Of course, the owner, a good friend of her father’s, had already told her the house was hers whenever she was ready to buy.
She hadn’t bought but perhaps she should have.
“Liza.” He touched her.
The touch was as simple as the calloused pads of his fingers stroking down her arm.
A shudder rippled over her flesh, then, as she fought to steel herself against the consequences, it began to quake through her inner, hidden emotions.
“I don’t want to talk.” Maintaining the shield around her sensitive soul wasn’t easy. “I just need to think for a while.”
“You’re not thinking, you’re hiding,” he accused her again. “You’re hiding so well that even my animal senses can’t seem to find you.”
As though that was a bad thing. She was thankful for it.
The rough quality of his voice, slightly demanding and dominant, had the power to make her nervous though, to assure her he intended to drag her back from wherever she had gone to hide.
“I’m going in.” She felt a hundred years old as she gripped the door handle and moved to release it.
“No.” Just that easy, he stopped her as his fingers curled around her upper arm. “Let’s take a ride instead.”
“Where?” She didn’t really care where. It didn’t matter if she went inside. It didn’t matter if she didn’t.
“Where you and Claire were in that accident when you were fifteen.”
Panic stole her breath as it slammed into her stomach with a punch of horror. No, she couldn’t return there. She had never returned to the actual site where the accident occurred and she wasn’t going to do it now.
