Found wandering in a field as a child, Lee Ross was given a name by the state and placed in a foster home–without anyone realizing she wasn’t entirely human. All her life, she’s tried to dismiss the odd dreams that have plagued her, dreams of monsters creeping through the night and a man, fighting demons by her side. But the bruises she wakes up with are all too real to ignore
Then the man from dreams appears in the flesh. His name is Kalen and he insists that her destiny lies in his world, the world of her dreams. To save their people, he must convince Lee to give everything she knows, follow her heart and cross into the Under Realm, even though once she does, she’ll never be able to return.
Just a quick note: this is from the unedited review copy.
Jealousy had a good, tight hold on Kalen and even though common sense told Kalen he was overreacting, he couldn’t stop. He kept replaying those moments over and over in his mind, Morne bent over Lee while she stared at him with a look akin to fascination. Their focus on each other had been complete. For a few moments, nothing else had existed, not the war, not the world around them and not Kalen.
He wasn’t sure what pissed him off the most. Morne touching her—or that complete and utter focus that blinded them to all else. He’d known Morne for years—the enigmatic stranger had appeared in their midst not longer after Kalen’s father had died. Mistrustful of the man at first, Kalen had slowly grown to trust him, gotten to know him.
Kalen also knew his people. Women went nuts over Morne. It was almost like there was something inside of the man that called to women. Even in the middle of war, the man wouldn’t ever have to spend a moment alone, if he didn’t want to.
Morne barely seemed to notice. Kalen could count on one hand how many times he’d seen the man voluntarily touch anybody unless he was doing a Healing. So why in the name of the saints was the bastard touching Lee?
When Kalen had stumbled upon them, there had been something weird hanging in the air. Some odd, intangible connection. Kalen wasn’t sure what pissed him off the more, that bizarre tension in the air or the fact that Morne had been touching her.
It had just been her face. Morne’s hand cupping her cheek, his fingers pushed inside her hair, their faces close but not touching. Staring at each other. Lee had looked hypnotized. It wasn’t something that could be called innocent, but neither had there been anything overtly sexual about the encounter either. Still, anybody touching Lee was enough to enrage him.
Kalen growled and spun away from her to prowl the tight confines of the small cabin.
He couldn’t believe…He bounced back from the disbelief to the irrational fury. He swung back around to her and closed to the distance between them. Fisting one hand in the soft, silky shirt she wore under her cavinir, he jerked her up onto her toes. “Why did he touch you? What did he want?”
Her soft blue eyes weren’t so soft as she glared at him. They blazed like blue flame and fury flushed her face a delicate pink. She closed her hand around his wrist and tugged in an attempt to dislodge his grip. “I don’t know what he wanted. And would you quit acting like you found us rolling naked on the ground?”
Oh, now that was the completely wrong thing to say. That image exploded in Kalen’s mind and he jerked Lee forward. Her soft, strong body crashed into his as he lowered his mouth to hers. “Don’t let him touch you again, Lee. You hear me?”
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