Tamed Read Free

lightened her eyes to the color of a mountain lake. “I know. But we just wanted to get away from duty and war for the briefest time. Janie needed a break . . .”
    “Janie doesn’t get a break.” Caleb lowered his voice to keep from exploding. “Neither do you. You chose duty all those years ago, and that never ends.”
    Her graceful hands clasped on the dented table. “You’re not still angry I married Sotheby and not you? Duty called me, just as it did you when Fate made you a prophet.”
    “Fate?” His laugh emerged dark and bitter. “Bullshit. Fate has nothing to do with the brand on our necks. Nothing at all.”
    Delicate eyebrows drew down. “How can you say that? When Prophet Milner died, the marking appeared on your neck, making you one of the three prophets. Of course Fate stepped in.”
    “There is no Fate, Lily. We vampires have to figure this out.” How the hell an advanced species like vampires could still believe in Fate was beyond him. “It’s a virus, or a mutation, or something we haven’t figured out yet.”
    She gasped, her face paling. “That’s crazy. The prophecy marking is a calling, and I’m not a vampire.”
    No. Vampires were male only who often mated with human females, who then became immortal through a naturally occurring genetic alteration. He exhaled slowly. Lily’s husband had been a prophet, and when he’d died, the mark had appeared on her neck. The woman took the job seriously, which was good, but there was no big calling. “You and your husband were close?”
    “We were friends, and we’d been mated for two weeks when he was taken by the Kurjans,” she whispered.
    “I know.” The Kurjans were enemies of the vampires and had threatened to kill Miles Sotheby if Caleb didn’t stop hunting a Kurjan who’d killed Caleb’s stepsister. Caleb hadn’t stopped until the enemy was dead. “Do you blame me for your husband’s death?”
    “No. I never have. The second the Kurjans took Miles, they intended to kill him.” Sadness filled her midnight-colored eyes.
    Relief swept through Caleb. He’d hoped she hadn’t blamed him, because he truly couldn’t have saved Miles Sotheby. But it wasn’t just a coincidence that upon his death, Lily had become a prophet.
    Ever since the damn brand had marred his neck, Caleb had been trying to find a logical answer to the whole process. “You were close to your husband and lived with him. The brand somehow transferred from him to you. When I became a prophet, I was in the immediate vicinity of the dying prophet. I think it’s a virus that needs a living host.”
    “A virus?” she hissed, pink spiraling across her high cheekbones. “Bullocks.”
    God. Lily in a temper was a fascinating sight. What he wouldn’t give to see how far down that pink flush went. Caleb’s groin tightened until his zipper cut into his flesh. “Yes.” He slid his hand over her warm skin, easily covering her two hands.
    The innocent touch zipped straight through him like a shot of homemade whiskey. His heart thundered in his ears, and he forced calmness through his veins.
    Her pupils dilated, and her chest heaved out a breath. Yeah. She was affected by the simple touch, as well.
    He swallowed, his gaze dropping to the full mounds beneath the tight bustier. “You want to forget about war and duty? Come home with me.”
    She cleared her throat, dragging his gaze back to her face. Temptation curved her lips. “That would be a mistake of colossal proportions.”
    His grin came naturally. “Of course. But if you’re going to make a mistake, why not make it a good one?” He leaned forward, drawing in the scent of strawberries. “I promise you won’t regret the night.”
    Her cheek creased, and she gently withdrew her hands from under his.
    Every instinct he owned pushed him to tighten his hold and keep her in place. So he released her.
    She settled back in the chair. “We’re facing the most difficult task of our lives in brokering the end to the