heart beat.
“Meg!” He continued to press against her chest, a swift, even rhythm. “Come back here, Meg!”
The minutes seemed to stretch out in long waves, but Aidan ignored them.
Refused to believe she was gone at the careless hands of their enemy.
Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to hers and breathed, offering his own life to her.
Willing her back.
In progressive intervals, he shifted to her chest, manually forcing her heart to beat, then back to her mouth, channeling his breath.
Giving her life.
As his hands reached once more for her chest, he heard it. The sound was so slight, he almost missed it through the wind that whistled through the morning air.
And then he heard it again.
When he looked down at where his hands lay crossed over her breasts, he saw her chest rise on its own.
* * *
Meg heard the murmured words—and the underlying note of desperation that filled them—and struggled to rise from the deep darkness that surrounded her.
Where was she?
Was that Aidan’s voice?
Only a dream, her subconscious quickly assessed as she struggled to fade back into the black, where there was no pain.
Even as she tried, the voice continued to drag at her, the words becoming more clear despite her efforts to fade again.
Aidan?
She allowed herself a moment to enjoy it. To enjoy the warmth that surrounded her body while she just listened to him.
Absorbed him.
“Meg!”
The peaceful moment fled as urgency took its place. Aidan’s voice, but instead of the slow roll of desire she loved to hear, his tone held an edge she’d never heard before.
“What?”
She dragged open her eyes, no longer able to ignore whatever was going on around her. Aidan’s deep blue gaze greeted her, filled with an agony she’d thought never to see on him again.
What was wrong?
Why did he look so sad? Even as she thought the word, she knew sad didn’t even begin to define the look of abject fear and terror that filled his gaze.
“Aidan?” Why did it hurt so bad when she spoke? She felt like shards of glass ripped at her vocal chords and her neck muscles throbbed with a dull, heavy pain.
“You back with me?” The fear in his eyes was matched by the slight quaver that filled the deep tones of his voice.
“Back?”
The pain in her throat receded slightly as her own natural healing abilities kicked in. While her immortal gifts began the work of repairing the damage done, the last few moments repeated themselves in her mind’s eye. Sheer terror of her own sent waves of adrenaline spiking through her system and she struggled into a sitting position.
“Where are they?”
“They’re gone. Dead.”
“Who were they?”
Before he could answer her, Aidan glanced up at the curious shout from farther up the park path. “Everything okay?”
He smiled and waved, his voice back to normal. “Absolutely. Just enjoying a few moments with my girl!”
At the responding shout of good humor, Meg felt the odd urge to blush. A quick glance down and she realized she was wrapped in Aidan’s arms. The appearance to someone happening upon them could look like a stolen moment between two lovers and as Aidan’s mouth descended to hers, she realized that was exactly what he wanted the onlooker to think.
“Make it look good. It’s a cop doing rounds.” And then his mouth was on hers and the air seemed to dry up in her lungs once more as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.
Thick muscles met her fingertips when she planted her hands on his shoulders. The heat of his skin called to her and she couldn’t stop touching him—couldn’t stop
feeling
him—while the air around them grew thick with passion.
His tongue filled the cavern of her mouth, seeking to join with hers. The action was so familiar—so welcome—she couldn’t believe it had been over two thousand years since they’d touched like this.
Since they’d shared stolen moments that belonged only to the two of them.
How could she have