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"That’s what every sick, twisted jackass thinks" The detective got to her feet and scanned their surroundings "Where are these other wo you to them now They will try to help you understand" She took the key froe, she added, "I was not jesting about the men They are armed and they will shoot you They use only copper bullets"
Once Werren opened the door, Sam shoved her aside and ran for the stairs It would be siet herself killed Yet Werren followed, cli by theat the sea that surrounded them
"Where am I?"
"The ship is called the Golden Horde" Werren joined her and pushed back the tangled hair the wind blew into her eyes "Welcome to hell,me," Chris said into the etting worried Callyou"
Chris left the phone on the bunk as she went to the closet and took out a T-shirt and jeans Stripping out of the dress was a relief; as beautiful as it was, she didn’t think she could ever wear it again, at least, not in front of anyone except Jaht, or the idiotic smile it summoned froodmother couldn’t have done better by her with a thousand waves of a ic wand
The rabid little organizer that inhabited her soul wanted to make plans, but Chris felt curiously detached about the future If she and Jamys were able to make it work, they’d definitely have proble and everyone who saw therandmother--but there were plenty of ways to turn back tieon before she’d been changed to Kyn; when the wrinkles caic nips and tucks
The Darkyn were incapable of reproducing, so they’d never have kids Chris thought babies were cute, but she’d never once felt the urge to start popping thehtical clock had been s with it
As for plans, Chris suspected she’d be better off living in the ht she spent with Ja about death, so she’d devote herself to
Theand then shifting to a subtle bob Above her head, Jamys’s footstepsof rope across the deck
Chris cliainst thefrom the boat across a small cove to an island
"This is Paradise?" she asked Ja lines
"Paradise Island," he corrected, and without warning scooped her up into his ar his house here"
"I bet he did" She wriggled a little as he stepped from the deck to the pier "You don’t have to do the bride-over-the-threshold thing We’re not reed to become my kyara, my human wife" He brushed his lips over hers "So, yes, in the eyes of heaven, you are my bride, and we are need"
Jath of the pier, across a curving ay of cut bleached coral studded with mollusk shells, and up to the front door of a very rown bushes with dark green leaves flanked the entry, the frame of which had been inlaid with different types of antique brass compasses The door opened easily and he stepped inside with her
"I guess on an island you don’t have to lock up when you leave," she said as he set her back on her feet, then lifted her face as rosy light illuminated thearnet-colored glass floats hanging frohtened the hall enough to show a keypad next to a large framed mirror
"I have the disarm key" Jamys went to put it in