In seconds, I crystallized. My
bare feet hit carpet that was streaked with dim moonlight. Dusty grey curtains
swelled with warm breeze. The place smelled of blood, sticky and salt-drenched.
I couldn't see anyone.
My skin prickled. I'd expected
bright lights, laughter, gloating, that kind of thing. Usually people giggle
and caper about like fools when I appear, before they find out about the moon
and the french fries.
But this time I'd appeared in dim
silence, alone.
My eyes adjusted, and the shadow
of a bed emerged. I wasn't alone after all. A man, naked, fit and
golden-skinned. His dark hair was a tangled mess. Curling thorns were inked up
his arm and over his shoulder. He stirred, lifting his face from the pillow,
fighting long black strands away before he even opened his eyes.
Recognition speared under my skin
like a needle, and I groaned, disbelief mingling with irony. They had to be
kidding me. Owned by a crazy vengeance-obsessed corpse?
My thoughts twirled in crazy
circles. How did he get my lamp? And how did he know my name? They needed my
name to own me. I hadn't told him. Hadn't said a word . . .
Except in my dream.
But that was crazy. How the hell
could a dead guy eavesdrop on my dreams?
Someone had cornered him since
we'd met at the club, by the looks of the spidery red bruise across his kidneys
and the dark blood leaking from his nose onto the sheet. Still, he looked great
naked. Lean tight legs, smooth back, cute butt. Not that I noticed.
Inwardly, I sighed. This is what
happens, see. They claim me, the magic switches on, and poof! I'm all romantic
and girly for a while.
I'd get over it.
I kicked the bed frame to rattle
it. "Wake up, genius. Where's my lamp?"
He jerked fully awake, scrambling
to turn over and crawl away from me at the same time. His dark eyes fixed on
me, and widened. "Jesus, you're really . . . what the fuck are you doing
here?"
Okay. Yeah. He looked even better
from the front. That soaping I imagined before? All done, his skin clean and
glistening with just a hint of mysterious darkness to keep you interested. He
had a nasty gash on one hip, but who cares? I couldn't help letting my gaze
slip a bit lower. Very nice.
He didn't seem to mind being
naked in front of a suddenly-appearing woman, either. Maybe he liked guys.
Damn. I wouldn't even be able to seduce him into letting me go. What I'd give
for a glimmer of persuasion right now. I couldn't, not of my own accord. My
power wasn't mine to play with anymore.
I tried it, just in case. Reached
for my magic, a shimmer of seduction or a trick. Nothing.
Damn it. I scowled, in case he
saw me staring. "Don't play dumb. You called my name, remember?"
He halted, leaning back on his
elbows, staring at me with a crease in his forehead like I had three noses or
something. "What are you on about, lady?"
I rolled my eyes. "Come on,
already. Brass lamp, long neck, about this big?" I held up my hands a foot
apart. "Sound familiar?"
He stared, and swallowed, his
throat jerking. "You're kidding."
"You're telling me. Look,
just hand it over, release me and I'm gone, okay? No harm done."
He sat up, dragging that gorgeous
black hair into a twist and draping it over his shoulder out of the way.
"Look, lady—"
"It's Jewel. You know that.
Enough with the ladies, it doesn't fool me." I wanted to look at him, to watch
him move, and it made me mad. He was trouble, pure and painful, I didn't care
how bad and dangerous and downright tasty he was.
"Jewel, then. Whatever. I
don't believe you, all right? Kane sent you to screw with my mind. Or you're
just some crazy woman stalking me, or something. Either way, you can get out of
my house right now."
Nah, nah. He didn't say the magic
words. If they don't say my name, I don't have to. "I can't do that. Not
without my lamp."
He lifted his hands, a mocking
shrug. "Fine. Stay here. Just shut up and let me sleep." And he
grabbed the sheet and made to roll himself back into it.
I tugged it away. "Ask me
for french fries."
He laughed. "What?"
"Ask me. Say, 'Jewel, go get
me some french fries'."
He shook his head, a tolerant
smile. "If I say it, will you get the hell out of my bedroom?"
"Sure will." I just
hoped something was still open around here. I couldn't charm french fries from
the air any more than I could charm anything else. Sure, I can turn iron into
gold or make things disappear, but that's not the same as creating something
out of nothing. That can't be done, at least not by me. The only way I can get
something new is to take it away from someone else. Like I said, I'm a
collector, a fetcher of baubles. I swap things. That's all.
"Great. Now we're getting
somewhere." He jammed the pillow against his curled arm and flopped down
onto it. "Jewel, darling, if you're not busy and it isn't too much of a
hassle, can you please leave me the hell alone for a few seconds and go find us
some french fries?"
God, what a sweetie. I only
wished I could stay to watch his face when he saw what happened next.
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