Memory of an Immortal Heart (Immortal Hearts) Read Online Free

him?
    Hell,
she was naked and lying by the road in a snow bank.
    Brand
shook his head at her, trying to stamp down his unaccountable lust. Just
what the hell did you get yourself into? Maybe she’d just come off a
Change. That would explain the nakedness. But not the cuts.
    Or the
unconsciousness.
    “Last I
checked, Kaspian don’t drink blood. These two were drained.” Joshua scowled,
coming toward him. “Are you going to pay any attention to that note? Or are you
going to sit there all night and stroke her hair like she’s your goddamned
amatiuntil both of you get hypothermia and die? Real romantic, Brand.
You need to get out of the office more often.”
    An
awareness deep inside Brand twisted and stirred to attention at Joshua’s
words…Brand froze, his fingers tangled in the female’s hair, his entire being
focused as time seemed to slow:
    Amati.
    Amati .
    It
couldn’t be. And yet…
    “No,”
Brand muttered shaking his head. And yet, as he crouched over the female,
something odd was taking place inside him. As he pulled the woman’s fresh scent
into his lungs, a deep and wild instinct stirred in the depths of his soul,
around that area where he reached to pull forth the Change. Already what he
felt was more than protectiveness, different than desire, and
yet…
    “Shit.”
    His
amati? Here?
    Brand
stared at the roadside then closed his eyes, and – no matter how much he
loathed doing so, he called upon the multitude of stolen memories he possessed
– but only one individual’s memories could help him right now: his
brother, Khael’s.
    …she is
pliant in the cool grass. But starlight reveals too much: blood on her lips,
need in her wide copper eyes. He closes his heart, grinds his teeth as he pulls
forth cold reason against the sudden sensation, repeating his time-old mantra:
she cannot be my amati, for I have no amati . An amati for me is
a fairytale, a myth. No. Not mine , he growls aloud, yet those words only
sparked a wild hopeless rage that coupled to his growing desire…
    Brand
snarled and opened his eyes, ripping himself from the ancient memory of Khael’s
despair. Seven-hundred years had passed. Seven-hundred goddamned years since
his brother had lost his amati and Brand had lost the woman he loved like a
sister.
    Brand
carried the guilt for that every day of his life. Not only did he carry the
guilt, but thanks to his ability, he carried Khael’s memories as well. And if
there was one thing he knew, if there was one thing those memories had taught
him, it was that he didn’t want an amati – he didn’t need an amati.
Carrying the sole memory of his brother’s despair was hard enough. He didn’t
want that despair to be his own.
    He
didn’t want those memories to be real. He didn’t want those memories to be his.
    He
never had.
    And
yet, holding this female, his body hardened and he felt a faint pulsing of
need. A desire to nibble the soft skin of her neck, her body – her
perfect breasts. He wanted to sink his teeth into her most delicate flesh, to Marque her. “ Fuck .”
    Brand
growled and dropped his hand from the dark waves of her hair to slip an arm
under the female’s shapely legs as he stood; her body was bone-thin and light
against his, and he held her tightly, trying to give her some of his warmth.
“She needs a healer. And this situation needs to be assessed immediately ,”
he snarled at Joshua, his whole world spinning on axis.
    An
amati. His amati.
    The old
memories weren’t his, but he recognized the need he felt. The desire, the sheer
fierce protectiveness – that edge of dangerous wild . All for a
stranger.
    All for
this woman.
    Fuck,
he was rattled.
    And
yet, every time disbelief edged in, instinct and memory edged it back out.
    Joshua
shook his head, not realizing Brand’s world had just been upended. “Not
tonight. We’ll send someone to assess later. I’m tired, you’re tired, we have
no resources, and our current safety’s worth shit. I say we do what the