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Seth Denton experienced heartache first hand and has no desire for a repeat performance, but when a young, innocent woman thinks he’s some kind of angel, he must battle his all-consuming need for her along with the internal demons of his bitter past to save her from the dark fae intent on stealing her soul.
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Seth removed his hat then cleared his throat. “We’re here, darlin’.”
Hannah shook her head. “I’ll never get used to that feeling, my body breaking up like that and reforming. Weird, but thank you for bringing me home. Fae are so…”
“Evil. Dark. Dangerous. It’s a down-right blessing the fae don’t emerge during the day, but I don’t like you out at night.” He fisted his hands at the thought of one of those creatures harming or even worse, killing Hannah.
Hannah shivered and slid her palms up her pink jacket’s sleeves.
Every time he’d seen her, she’d worn something pink. This time it was her coat, sometimes it was a shirt, or even a piece of jewelry. The pure, feminine color added to her air of innocence.
She drew her brows together. “Do you know what today is?”
Seth compressed his lips and rubbed his chin. “March twentieth. It’s the spring equinox. Is that what you mean?”
She smiled and shook her head. The soft glow from the porch light bounced off her golden hair. “I really didn’t expect you to know, but it’s my birthday today. I’m nineteen.”
Nineteen seemed so young, but he’d been that age when he’d married Emily in 1880. He swallowed and removed his hat. “Nineteen, wow. Happy birthday.”
“You know, if not for you, it would’ve been my last.”
The look of reverence and adoration in her eyes just about brought him to his knees. He stepped back, putting space between them.
She closed the distance and brushed her fingertips over the bare flesh on his arm.
His skin tingled along their connection.
“Would you like to come in? I’m sure Beaumont and Sadie would love to see you, and…”
Beaumont, a former gargoyle who’d passed his test, fell in love with Sadie, the human pickpocket that had stolen his spark stone. She was also Hannah’s sister. A lump formed in Seth’s throat. He missed his former teammate and had visited a few times, but he didn’t trust himself around Hannah. She tempted him far more than he cared to admit.
He squeezed her hand then released her. “I can’t. Not tonight. I have a job to do.”
Besides, Drake would notice his absence if he stayed here much longer. Seth valued his freedom even if he had to traipse through the dark alleys at night and kill fae to protect the humans. A fitting punishment for his deeds.
At least he didn’t have to worry about a fae nabbing her here. The witches warded this house. Thank you, Wynne.
Her lips pursed into a perfect bow, Hannah drew away. “Okay, then. Maybe some other time.”
She withdrew a key from her pocket, inserted the metal end in the latch, then met his gaze. “I’ve seen you a few times here, talking with Beaumont. Why don’t you ever stay?”
A lump stuck in his throat. What was he supposed to say? There was no way he’d tell her she reminded him of his deceased love, both in appearance and in mannerism, or that he’d often watched her out of the corner of his eye when he’d stopped by to see his old friend.
Besides, she was far better off without him. A nice young man would come along sometime, probably sooner rather than later, and give her all the things he never could—love, devotion, a life together.
A lance of jealousy pierced his heart, and the spark stone nestled on his chest flared hot. If he ever saw her with another man, he might beat the guy to a pulp.
He placed his hat on his head and gave her a quick nod. “If only I could.”
Not waiting for her reply, he dematerialized in search of Marco. If Lady Luck smiled on him, she’d send that rat bastard of a fae to him along with a whole platoon of the evil creatures to kill, enough to erase his desire for what he couldn’t have—Hannah, soft and willing beneath him.
Hannah shook her head. “I’ll never get used to that feeling, my body breaking up like that and reforming. Weird, but thank you for bringing me home. Fae are so…”
“Evil. Dark. Dangerous. It’s a down-right blessing the fae don’t emerge during the day, but I don’t like you out at night.” He fisted his hands at the thought of one of those creatures harming or even worse, killing Hannah.
Hannah shivered and slid her palms up her pink jacket’s sleeves.
Every time he’d seen her, she’d worn something pink. This time it was her coat, sometimes it was a shirt, or even a piece of jewelry. The pure, feminine color added to her air of innocence.
She drew her brows together. “Do you know what today is?”
Seth compressed his lips and rubbed his chin. “March twentieth. It’s the spring equinox. Is that what you mean?”
She smiled and shook her head. The soft glow from the porch light bounced off her golden hair. “I really didn’t expect you to know, but it’s my birthday today. I’m nineteen.”
Nineteen seemed so young, but he’d been that age when he’d married Emily in 1880. He swallowed and removed his hat. “Nineteen, wow. Happy birthday.”
“You know, if not for you, it would’ve been my last.”
The look of reverence and adoration in her eyes just about brought him to his knees. He stepped back, putting space between them.
She closed the distance and brushed her fingertips over the bare flesh on his arm.
His skin tingled along their connection.
“Would you like to come in? I’m sure Beaumont and Sadie would love to see you, and…”
Beaumont, a former gargoyle who’d passed his test, fell in love with Sadie, the human pickpocket that had stolen his spark stone. She was also Hannah’s sister. A lump formed in Seth’s throat. He missed his former teammate and had visited a few times, but he didn’t trust himself around Hannah. She tempted him far more than he cared to admit.
He squeezed her hand then released her. “I can’t. Not tonight. I have a job to do.”
Besides, Drake would notice his absence if he stayed here much longer. Seth valued his freedom even if he had to traipse through the dark alleys at night and kill fae to protect the humans. A fitting punishment for his deeds.
At least he didn’t have to worry about a fae nabbing her here. The witches warded this house. Thank you, Wynne.
Her lips pursed into a perfect bow, Hannah drew away. “Okay, then. Maybe some other time.”
She withdrew a key from her pocket, inserted the metal end in the latch, then met his gaze. “I’ve seen you a few times here, talking with Beaumont. Why don’t you ever stay?”
A lump stuck in his throat. What was he supposed to say? There was no way he’d tell her she reminded him of his deceased love, both in appearance and in mannerism, or that he’d often watched her out of the corner of his eye when he’d stopped by to see his old friend.
Besides, she was far better off without him. A nice young man would come along sometime, probably sooner rather than later, and give her all the things he never could—love, devotion, a life together.
A lance of jealousy pierced his heart, and the spark stone nestled on his chest flared hot. If he ever saw her with another man, he might beat the guy to a pulp.
He placed his hat on his head and gave her a quick nod. “If only I could.”
Not waiting for her reply, he dematerialized in search of Marco. If Lady Luck smiled on him, she’d send that rat bastard of a fae to him along with a whole platoon of the evil creatures to kill, enough to erase his desire for what he couldn’t have—Hannah, soft and willing beneath him.