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she replied, even though she didn’t understand how her tongue had shaped a single word. It might have been sheer terror holding her in place. Bailey feared it was something else entirely. Even death couldn’t cure stupidity. Power had always been her biggest turn on.
    “Why are you here, Bailey?”
    Since he still hadn’t released her hand, Bailey’s brain couldn’t function. “The view is breathtaking.” At her answer, a full-blown smile exploded across his face. Her nipples hardened. Well. Fuck. If eyes were the windows to the soul, his was black, and her body obviously liked that sort of thing.
    “It is, isn’t it?” Funny. She didn’t think they were talking about the scenery any longer. “But that’s not what I meant,” he added, saving her from having to dredge up a response. He dropped her hand and returned to watching the water carry dying leaves down the river. “I meant, why are you here, in this place? People like you don’t come here unless there’s a good reason.”
    “I’m dead,” Bailey said, making a bid for top dumbass comment. In her defense, his presence was making her head fuzzy. It was as if his influence somehow interfered with the natural order, throwing off the pattern of her brain waves. He was lightning while watching satellite. She couldn’t get a good reception.
    “No one ever really dies, Bailey.” Every time he said her name, his presence weighed heavier on her chest. “But everyone relocates,” he added with a smile. Bailey couldn’t stop staring at his profile. In part, she was too scared. If she looked away, he might rip her to shreds. Mostly, she was fascinated. His blond hair, muscular jaw, and blinding smile belonged on the cover of a fitness magazine. None of those things mattered to Bailey. Power like his couldn’t be ignored. She imagined she’d feel the same staring at a tornado racing toward her. Even though she was in awe, she knew there was nowhere to run. There was no escaping him. It was too late.
    “My mom used to bring me here, to this part of New Orleans,” she explained. “When I was a kid, we came here every time she left my dad. It was the only place I felt safe.” Bailey had no clue why she’d confessed as much, but there it was. Sol didn’t respond right away. Instead, he switched his attention to the sky. For a moment, Bailey’s mind cleared and she could focus on him with perfect clarity. She looked away. His intensity was blinding.
    “It’s better at night,” he said, snapping his fingers. The world plunged into darkness a half-second before the stars fired to life, littering the sky. Bailey gasped. Each ball of fire in the heavens shone brighter than she’d ever seen before. The river became a shimmering mirror, reflecting the sky until only the water’s ripple distinguished the two.
    “How did you do that?”
    “This is my world.” His gaze met hers. “It obeys me. You are tired. Sleep.”
    Before Bailey had time to register his demand, her body went limp, crumpling. The cool grass welcomed her, easing her to the ground.
    He sat closer than usual. Bailey heart soared as their thighs pressed against each other. Several times, she’d caught him staring at her in a way that warmed her skin. Bailey hadn’t allowed herself to truly hope before now. The hand resting on his leg looked capable. Strong fingers. Thick veins. She wanted to touch it. Mimicking his pose, Bailey set her hand on her thigh near his. Triumph surged through her as his hand inched closer. Holding her breath, Bailey slid her hand toward his. Their skin brushed. His pinky moved, capturing hers. Bailey bit her bottom lip, trying as hard as possible to hold in a smile. It was ridiculous how having one finger linked with his could change everything between them, but it had. She could feel the shift in their relationship in her chest.
    Silk brushed her inner thighs, pulling Bailey from the memories that still haunted her sleep. Wet heat licked at her pussy,