"Isabo Kelly - Destiny's Seduction" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kelly Isabo)

"And I love you, Catarin. More than my life. I would that I could quiet your fears."

She turned in his embrace and wrapped her arms around his waist. She took a determined breath then
looked up into his blue eyes and said with a conviction she didn't feel, "All will go well. And I'll be
standing there in the shrine to watch as you cast the most incredible spell ever attempted."

His soft full mouth curved upward. He tightened his arms at her back and lowered his head to hers,
kissing her long and deeply.

Catarin knew in that moment that it would be the last kiss they ever shared.



Chapter 1
Arlana stared at the white marble wall shot through with golden patterns. Watched the gold shift and
meld, blend into almost shapes then dissolve into nothing. Here an arm, there a smile, just there a dragon,
next to it a wing, beyond that two bodies intertwined, above that an eye. So familiar. So alien. She closed
her eyes and breathed in slowly. Sandalwood. It always smelled like sandalwood. Her heart skipped
once, then started to beat fast.

He was near.

She opened her eyes. The white marble was the same, never changed. But the air now surged with white
fog. Her breathing sped, her stomach clenched.

And she could feel him. Across her skin, in her pulse, along her spine, she could feel him.

She turned slowly, unbalanced and wavering, the ground beneath her invisible in the fog. She knew what
she would see, had seen it before, but her heart still jumped.

"I've been waiting for you."

The sound of his voice reverberating through the heavy air made her shiver. It was low, deep, husky.
Enticing. Terrifying. She watched, unable to move, as he emerged from the fog.

White. His snug breeches, his fluttering silk shirt, his knee-high suede boots. Everything was white.
Except his hair. Except his eyes.

Those were black.

And those black eyes caught her, held her, as they always did. He circled her slowly, never taking his
gaze from hers, never stepping close enough to touch. But she felt his touch. Felt the breath of a caress
on her neck, her cheek, her shoulder, her breast. Felt his velvety lips brush hers.

Her heart slammed into her ribs.

She couldn't blink. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't look away. She stood in place, turning as he stalked
around her, pulled by the power of his black eyes.