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Burke had told her that in order to th, heal spontaneously, and use their abilities a healthy Darkyn had to consume a minimum of three pints of human blood per day Wounded Kyn required ht pints While the immortals had trained the, Kyn who had experienced any type of blood loss often became ravenous

Wounded Kyn could not be trusted to adhere to their practice of not killing humans If they took too e psychic reaction, known as thrall and rapture, caused both to lose consciousness The Kyn fell into thrall, which Burke had described as a sort of state of suspended ani as a week The human donor also slid into an irreversible coma--what the Kyn called rapture--and always died within twenty-four hours

The average human body held about ten pints of blood, and donors needed six weeks to recover fro even one pint of that An army of Kyn wounded in battle could theoretically wipe out an entire village in a single day

She could explain all that to Jamys, who she was sure would understand But would it stop hi the eh about the safety of thea suzerain and having his own country to rule? And ould the council do to her for revealing their intentions to a Kyn?

How do I ask him to choose me over the emeralds? They’re his future; I’m not

Melloy dropped her off in front of her apart, and waited there until she waved to hiinally sublet the aparthbor had turned Kyn, she’d offered the place to Chris

Sa her a favor "The rent’s paid through the end of the year, and by then Iwith Lucan"

Chris hadn’t been as worried as her friend While the hootten off to a rocky start, anyone who saw the envy Chris suspected that alone they’d both been sleepwalking their way through life, definitely too wounded by the past to trust anyone As a couple they’d woken up and started living again Before she’d watched Lucan and Saht of love as so that could heal; in her experience it wasball

It doesn’t have to be that ith me and Jamys Chris took out her keys We could make it work, I knoe could I just have to show hireat tresora I’d be After I ruin his chances of ruling Ireland, or I disobey the council and destroy my future

She really needed a third option And an aspirin

Once inside her apartment Chris turned to secure the three dead bolts Sam had installed, when she heard a knock, and opened the door to see Ja outside

It took two tries for her to find her voice "How did you get here?"

"A cab I followed your car" He glanced past her "May I come in?"

"Why? Sorry Of course" She stepped back, and absently dropped her purse on the fussy little antique cherry table she’d bought with her first jardin paycheck "If you needed ht back" He didn’t say anything "Okay, well, ah, cohts as she led hi room Sam had told her to do whatever she liked with the old furniture, so she’d begun gradually replacing it, donating ht what she wanted to put in its place A wonderful old wingback armchair, still clad in faded floral tapestry, took the place of Sam’s recliner The anonymous department store lamps had been sacrificed for four sed shades She’d sold Sa for soeous four-poster in black oak and bedding of white satin

Sa way for Chris’s ent long chaise upholstered with soft rose velvet, and asettee Both held an assortanza, and velveteen

Ja the old piano shawls Chris had hung astreatments and the fancy baker’s rack that held her television and DVD player "I do not reot rid of Saht new old stuff" She watched hi frorowing collection of shaped, colored lead crystals, which she had suspended by fishing line over everyin the place "When I open the blinds, the sunlight shines through them and makes little rainbows on the walls" Which made her sound as deep as a six-year-old