YOU ARE MINE

You Are Mine

A little excerpt from SHRILUGH: Book One of the Shrilugh Saga…

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He turned to her; her face was still covered with one hand. He leaned down, gently picking up her wrist, moving it from her eyes. “Because you’re mine-,” he began softly.

It was a bad start to a conversation better left untouched. Æydan bolted to her feet, ripping her arm from his hand, demanding, “What do you mean, I’m yours?”

Rein opened his mouth, realizing his mistake, how it must have sounded to her; he wished he’d had the good sense not to answer that question at all.

“That’s not how it works, Rein. I’m Brig’s. Because I decided to be, not because he staked some kind of claim on me.” Aydan stood over him, fists clenched in anger.

In spite of his misstep, Rein found himself inexplicably tickled with her response. He loved that fire in her, that strong will. He looked up at her, mouth curved into a tiny smile. Æydan backed away as he stood up. “Look, Æydan, I don’t expect for you to understand or accept any of this right now-,”

“No, I’m not going to understand or accept that, ever.”

“Alright,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “But just because you don’t want to believe something,” his steps toward her were slow and measured, “doesn’t make it any less true.” He approached her cautiously, as if she were a frightened animal, his mind on the gun he knew she had tucked into her jeans. Their kind was hard to kill, but he had a feeling he’d find a gunshot to be unpleasant. “I know you don’t want to believe what I’ve told you today. But there is going to come a point when choice is taken out of the equation, and you’re faced with a new reality, whether you like it or not. And certain elements of that reality are unchangeable. I’m here to help you, to protect you, but there is a price to be paid for that.”

Æydan stopped backing away from him, apparently deciding to hold her ground. “If I had known I was going to owe you something, I would have never agreed to come with you,” she said coldly.

Rein chuckled, shaking his head, thinking about her single green eye that would likely cost him everything. “Sweet Æydan,” he said. “I’ll be the one paying for your protection. You don’t owe me a thing.”

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Thanks, you’re the very very very best. Love,

Myndi

 

WHOOPS. My bad is good for you!

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HEART ON FIRE

livingdefinition

 

“No harm done,” she grinned, sliding across the seat next to him. Donning her mortarboard in a goofy, crooked fashion, she pulled his arm around her shoulders and grabbed the camera. She was close enough now for him to see the light sheen of sweat on her neck, and to smell the soft scent of her skin…and in the space of that brief moment Brig’s heart became a living definition of ‘internal combustion’.

“Smile,” she commanded, holding the camera out from them, snapping a picture. After taking a moment to approve the image, she returned it to him. “There. Moment captured.” She slid away a bit, but his heartbeat refused to return to its normal rhythm. He drew in a deep breath, silently counting to five as he willed his pulse to slow down.

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