My Soul to Keep by Sharie Kohler

Author:Sharie Kohler
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Publisher: Pocket Books
Published: 2010-08-23T04:00:00+00:00

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 all feelings for Jonah dead. All softer feelings anyway. The soft, warm kind that led to emotions like jealousy.

“Brother?” Sorcha echoed, mulling over the word, letting it sit like bad food on her tongue, a foul bite she resisted swallowing. She’d never viewed him as a brother. Not even when she was five. Especially 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 all 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 all 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.”

She didn’t bother explaining that Jonah’s youth hadn’t been hers. She doubted Jonah had ever really been a kid. At least she hadn’t known him when he was. “You’ll have to ask him about that.”

“Yeah.” Darby snorted and lightly punched at the pillow balled up under her elbow. “Because Jonah’s all about letting it hang out. He’s a real open book.”

Sorcha pulled open the bathroom door, wondering why it bothered her so much that this female appeared to be half in love with Jonah. It wasn’t as if Sorcha had any claim on him. It wasn’t as if she wanted that. Those feelings had died long ago. She wouldn’t travel that dark road again, fantasizing that one day the two of them would live out their own fairy tale. Fairy tales didn’t exist. She wouldn’t let herself believe in what wasn’t real ever again.

WHEN SORCHA EMERGED FROM the bathroom later, her only thought was of falling into bed and sleeping off the last several days.

Rubbing a towel against her wet head, she jumped at Jonah’s deep voice rolling across the air.

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