didn't know what to say. “This wasn't
supposed to happen.”
“Why not? You wanted it and I wanted it, so what's the
problem?” His nonchalance flustered her even further.
“Business.” It was hard to speak with her throat constricted
in fear. “Here for business.”
She was here for business reasons and she had to get her
mind back on business. That damn card had tortured her for weeks and now she
was close to the answer why. She wouldn't give up now.
“Rena, do you want to explain to me what happened back in my
office?” His demeanor instantly changed as he got up off the bed and stormed
across the room towards her. The memory flash of his anger and pain flooding
her body threatened to take over again. With all of her will she pushed it back
and refused to succumb to it. “You're obviously an empath. What else did you
leave out of your story downstairs?”
She stared at him carefully, considering her response. After
all, he'd just confirmed that he was indeed a witch. And she had no idea what
that really meant. Did he and his brothers really have the powers alluded to in
the cards, or was it a metaphor for something else? Could they command the
elements and use them as a power source? She wondered which element Graelen
would command.
She had never shared her empathic abilities with anyone for
fear of recrimination. She had a hard enough time dealing with it herself
without the doubt and pity someone else would no doubt heap on her if she
shared the truth.
“Yes.” Her voice was barely audible when she spoke.
Admitting it turned out to be even harder than she thought. She watched him
carefully for a response, and for a moment something flared in his eyes and
then was gone. His face remained a carefully schooled blankness.
“More, Rena, I want to hear it all.” She shook her head no,
unwilling to share everything about herself.
“Graelen, I barely know you. To tell you all my secrets is
to imply that we can trust each other. We can't. We’re virtually strangers to
each other, albeit with a common interest.” She turned away from his
reproachful gaze. She couldn't take the pressure of the intensity and questions
that resided there.
“You came to me, babe. You started this. You wanted answers
from me, but did you really think it would be that easy? That I wouldn't demand
the same from you?” The intimate moment between them disappeared in a haze of
disapproval. “Maybe before you tease the magick again, you’d better figure out
what you want. In fact, here’s your first lesson. Power creates energy and when
it does it has to have somewhere to go.”
She stared blankly.
“You’re a smart woman. Think harder.”
He’d been slammed into the wall and she’d absorbed his
darker emotions but the room had still vibrated with excess…
She jerked her head up and met his gaze the moment she got
it. “Sex.”
“Give the girl a prize. Now it’s your turn so start
talking.”
“I don't know what else I can tell you? I studied the cards
and the logical answer is the story I told you. What I haven't figured out yet
is the meaning of the four empathic symbols. I had hoped you would have the
answers.” Rena suddenly felt an urge to leave the house. She needed to get away
from him. His presence made her nervous and his touch completely threw her off
kilter. Sex and magick. Magick and sex. For once, her brain needed a break. She
frantically looked around the room for her coat and shoes. “I think it's time
for me to go.”
“No.”
“Yes, it is. I need to think about what happened tonight.
Figure out how it fits the puzzle. That's what I do.” She slid her feet into
her slides and started towards the door.
“Rena, stop. It's the middle of the night. You can't leave
now.” He strode over to her side and put his hand on her arm. Immediately she
felt his concern clear to her core. Like a warm blanket on a cold night, he
wrapped her up with genuine interest in her well being, lulling her into