"Isabo Kelly - The Heron's Call (Samhain)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kelly Isabo)

SheтАЩd changed in the last twelve years. She was only fourteen when theyтАЩd met. At twenty, heтАЩd been
too old for her. But she was hisraynia , and he hadnтАЩt been able to stay away from her. He met her in the
city, the day she came with her family to begin her apprenticeship in the Aleanian Temple. That day had
changed his life.

Then, as now, he couldnтАЩt resist her. HeтАЩd had to kiss her, even knowing she was much too young. He
couldnтАЩt stop himself. And that single kiss had shifted everything. He couldnтАЩt remember much after that,
not for several months. His trance hit him prematurely, and he hadnтАЩt become aware of himself and his
surroundings again for a long time. When awareness finally returned, he was in the middle of forging a
mage sword. The next six years were subjugated to the sword.

HeтАЩd waited too long to claim her, he realized now. His reasons had all seemed logical before, but with
her glaring at him, those black eyes snapping with temper, he knew heтАЩd made a mistake. But how to fix
it?

тАЬIтАЩm here to help you,тАЭ he said. тАЬDorjan is a powerful warlord. HeтАЩs got a wizard working for him. You
arenтАЩt a mage. You canтАЩt fight the wizard.тАЭ

Her brow furrowed. He had her, and they both knew it. Despite her stubbornness, she wouldnтАЩt
sacrifice the life of an oracle, or anyone else for that matter, in the name of her own pride.

There was a reason sheтАЩd come so far and was so close to taking her vows.

After a moment, she sucked in a deep breath. He couldnтАЩt stop his gaze dropping to the rise and fall of
her breasts, pressing against the fitted, light blue tunic of her uniform. SheтАЩd grown in the last twelve
years, her curves filling out. Despite the constant sword training, sheтАЩd still developed a nicely rounded
pair of breasts, a neatly tucked waist and a very feminine flair of hips. The tightness of her ass made his
mouth water.

When he raised his gaze, caught the moment of breathless desire in her expression, he smiled. She might
try to deny it, but she was his soul twin. She wanted him as badly as he wanted her.

Her nostrils flared and her eyes narrowed. тАЬItтАЩs not good for you to be near me for long,тАЭ she said.
тАЬWeтАЩll bond, and I might be killed. Go away. If youтАЩre worried, send another mage. Another Heron if
you like. But not you.тАЭ

His smile deepened at the tone of her voice, logic fighting against anger, and under it all, concern. тАЬIтАЩm
afraid youтАЩre stuck with me, Rowena. IтАЩm not going anywhere. Iwant us to bond.тАЭ

She rolled her eyes and stalked away again. He kept his chuckle too quiet for her to hear. тАЬWill you
walk the rest of the night?тАЭ he asked.

тАЬNo. Just far enough away from the ambush.тАЭ

тАЬI can move us farther away, quicker than walking. So you can get some sleep. ThereтАЩs still hours until
sunrise.тАЭ
тАЬNo, thank you.тАЭ The polite words belied the bite in her voice.

They walked in silence then, giving him time to contemplate her, and her anger.