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    “I’m not sure. I was born around 300 AD in Sparta.” 
    Eyebrows lifted, her tempting lips forming an O.  “Holy crap! A Spartan, I’ve read about your kind. The fact that your race were known warriors, I can understand why you were chosen.” She reached for his hair, her fingers combing through the strands.  “Is that why your hair is silver?”
    “No, my hair has always been this color.”
    He pulled his mate tighter against him and cleared his throat. “There’s more you need to know.”
    Brave.  She pushed back, slipped from the bed and once again put distance between them.  She leaned against his dresser, her arms crossed.  "Explain to me.  Why am I immortal?"
    "You may or may not be.  But I would venture to guess my blood will insure your life is prolonged.  I am not sure as we are forbidden from giving our blood to humans...mortals."
    "So you broke some kind of law for me?"
    He closed his eyes for the moment, not wanting to think of Julian's reaction to the news. The Roman was not exactly a nice guy on the best of days.  "Yes."
    "What else?"
    "We are bonded. Mated.  Tied to one another."
    It was easy to see the wheels turning as her expressions changed from questioning, to 'oh shit' and finally to oh hell no. Intelligent from the fact that she reacted by asking another question and not exploding.  "Can it be broken?"
    He shrugged and clenched his hands.  Talk was not what he wanted to do at the moment.  Her scent filled his every sense, he itched to touch her again, to have her once again.  The last thing he expected after so many years of existence was to bond, to be responsible for a female.  His life was not easy.  Waking each morning more of a gift than a given.  Then there was the matter of Julian's reaction to the situation.
    He looked to the ceiling only to snap back to Rachel when Rachel let out a huff.  "Well can it?"
    "I don't think so.  Julian would know.  But I doubt it.  We are tied for life."
    She didn't hold back this time.  "The hell you say.  I chose who I marry and when. I am not like you, not going to happen buddy."
    Instead of replying he fell back on the bed and put his hands behind his head, attention on the whirling ceiling fan.  "It's not like I planned it. So you're not the only one stuck."
    She loomed over him, her bright eyes meeting his.  "Aren't you going to do something?"
    "Yeah, but I have to plan, think it through."
    Her gaze traveled from his eyes to his mouth and finally to his very obvious desire and she let out a gasp and swallowed.  "Shit."
    "I know."
    "Will it always feel this strong?  This need is crazy." Rachel let her mouth fall open and she squeezed her legs together.  "I can't allow it to take control."
    "But?" Roderick reached for her hand and brought it to his lips.  "Come. I will only get worse if we resist."
    "Damn it," she exclaimed, "I really need to go."
    She climbed over him and straddled his waist, her sex flush against his and this time is was Roderick who let out a loud gasp.  "Shit."
    "One more time, but then I'm leaving."
    "Yeah...about that..."
    Her hands stopped him from saying anything further as she pushed his shorts low on his hips, grabbed his thickness and led him inside her.  Talking time ended.

Chapter Three
     
     
    The back streets of Midtown were quiet and full of shadows.  Places for dark Fae to hide with their unlucky victims.  The crunching of gravel under his boots seemed to echo.  Yeah so he wasn't being stealth this night, but whatever.  If an idiot was stupid enough to hunt in his territory then he'd at least give him a running start.
    And...there he was.  The thing darted from behind a dumpster and ran away from where Roderick.  It sprinted like an Olympian going for the gold only to shriek and skid to a stop when Cyn appeared at the end of the street.
    The Scot lifted his chin as if in greeting.  "All alone tonight?  Kill your date or something?"
    The demon growled and yanked out a