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It was the last thing she’d expected to hear from him, this man who threatened to splinter her defenses until she repeated her mother’s tale of love unrequited Yet now that he’d spoken, her ments of conversations overheard

“A voice more beautiful than Caliane’s they say”

“made my heart break”

“Purity, that is Jason’s voice”

The speakers had all been more than four hundred years old “I would hear you,” she whispered

“I have not sung for ?” she asked, unwilling to back ahen this was the first tili, but she didn’t take his silence for anger, knowing Jason was a man who felt no need to clutter the air ords Instead, tempted by the way his head was below her own as he leaned down, she reached out to undo the tie that held his hair in its usual queue It fell like black water around his face, and he didn’t stop her when she began to smooth it back to lie over his shoulders “You have such beautiful hair”

“I prefer yours”

His hand fisted in her hair, his lips on her throat

Thighs clenching, she ran her fingers over his scalp “Then we are well s in e drown in tears So I stopped”

Having not expected such an unvarnished answer, she wasthrough her fingertips, an opportunity forever lost “Did it hurt you to stop?” she asked, grabbing at that chance with grim deter off a li, she parted her lips to ask why, then stopped Jason was a ive voice to the darkness withinyes, it would not be good for hi worth singing for again,” she said, a silent, fierce hope in her heart for his song, “I hope you will inviteto stand at his full height, folding his wings to his back at the saainst her, but then he dipped his head and the warmth turned into a black fire that kissed her bloodstream and spread into every cell of her body

There would be no forgetting Jason

He’d led her into the bedroom, but when he stopped at the foot of the bed, she raised her fingers to the buttons of his shirt after undoing the strap of the sword harness across his chest The way he’d taken control the previous night, she worried he wouldn’t accept her desire to discover what pleased him, but he played with her hair as she unbuttoned the shirt to display the beauty of his body