My Soul to Keep by A

Author:A [A]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-01-16T23:27:04.515000+00:00

Jonah tore his gaze from Sorcha and smiled at the witch he‟d come to know so wel . “With bait, of course.”

Darby‟s smile slipped as she looked uncertainly between him and Sorcha. Stabbing her chopsticks into her box, she leaned back on the couch, her gaze sliding uneasily to Sorcha.

“I‟m not going to enjoy this, am I?”

THIRTEEN

So,” Darby began mildly as Sorcha selected things from her luggage that she would need for her shower. Sorcha glanced at the younger woman where she lounged on the bed with a familiarity reserved for old friends. Jonah had given up his room for Sorcha. Darby already occupied his one guest room, so that left the couch for him. At least it answered her question regarding his relationship with the redhead.

“Jonah‟s like your brother?” Darby finished.

Sorcha‟s head snapped up at that question.

The moment Sorcha had first seen Darby she‟d felt a hot flush of jealousy. Horrible considering she thought al feelings for Jonah dead. Al softer feelings anyway. The soft, warm kind that led to emotions like jealousy.

“Brother?” Sorcha echoed, mul ing over the word, letting it sit like bad food on her tongue, a foul bite she resisted swal owing. She‟d never viewed him as a brother. Not even when she was five. Especial y not when her father reminded her every day that she and he were destined for each other in order to increase their race. “Not exactly. Is that what he said?”

“Something like that.”

She wouldn‟t characterize the things Jonah did to her in Alaska as brotherly.

Maybe that‟s why his eyes looked so coldly at her. Like frost over a darkened lake. Maybe he saw only the girl he‟d turned away from al those years ago. A girl he never wanted in his bed then. Or now. She slammed the lid of her suitcase shut. “We grew up together.”

“Huh,” Darby replied, looking at her speculatively. “I bet that was interesting. Jonah‟s kinda tight-lipped about his past.”

“I suppose,” she replied, feeling that familiar stab of jealousy. Clearly the witch was attracted to him. It was written al over her and in the drip of every word. Sorcha didn‟t miss the slight hitch in her breath or the skip in her pulse when she mentioned his name.

“I‟d like to hear about that someday.”

Sorcha frowned. “What?”

“You and Jonah … as kids.”

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