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EXCERPT FOR LYNX CLAN 1: FORGIVEN
After
hanging up, she went back to the bedroom to check on her dangerous,
possibly endangered man. The cat tattoo pointedly refused to divulge its
secrets, and exactly what did the “last of his kind” comment mean?
Kelly
looked down at Saxxon. He tensed under her gaze but didn’t flee as
she’d expected. Instead, he opened his dark eyes and met her questioning
look with one of his own.
“Who did you call?” The suspicion was back in his voice.
“I
called someone to help us.” She sat down on the bed beside him as he
struggled to sit up. This close, she saw the slight tremor in his hands.
She ached to comfort him and gave into the urge. Her fingers brushed
over his, and then settled on his forearm.
“Who?” he asked with less challenge and more curiosity.
His
arm was warm and strong under her hand. Even mostly relaxed as he was
now, the muscles tightened slightly, making her wonder what he would
feel like when he was healthy and in action. “Some friends of mine who
have special talents.”
“Talents like yours?”
Her
gaze flew to his face. How did he know she was psychic? How would he
react? Would he reject her help because of her differences? “How did you
know I have any talents of my own?”
“I
felt you touch me.” His fingers brushed his temple. “Here.” He seemed
to accept the ability as normal. The fact that he’d felt her might even
mean he had some psychic abilities of his own. “Are these people like
you?” His lips pulled into a frown.
“I
can tell you don’t like the idea, but only you know how dangerous the
ones after you are. Do you think we can get away from them on our own?”
His frown fell away, leaving a desolate emptiness. “No.”
She
slid her hand down his arm and folded her fingers over his. “But you
don’t want to trust anyone.” Trust was such a delicate thing. That’s
why his next words were so astonishing.
“I think…I trust you.”
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