Temple of Indra's Witch (Time Traveling Bibliophile Book 4) by Rachael Stapleton

Author:Rachael Stapleton [Stapleton, Rachael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-09-30T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-One

Who We Once Were

Cullen walked into my dressing room and smiled. "Ye didn’t eat much at dinner, Aeval, are you still upset?"

"I’m just not all that hungry. Your grandmother tends to have that effect on me." I grinned and unbuttoned my jeans, slipping them off one leg at a time. I was ready to trade them in for something soft.

"Do ye want to talk about it?" he asked.

"Maybe tomorrow, tonight I just want to forget myself in a good cozy mystery." I disappeared around the corner to brush my teeth and came back out in a short blue nightgown with lace trim at the bust.

Cullen groaned. "Ye’re trying to torture me, then? Ye wanna read so ye put on somethin’ short and silky?"

"As long as you don’t take all night, I have time for other things, too—I just don’t want to dwell on the past or your grandmother’s delusions.”

He reached out and put his arms around me, slowly running his hands across the thin material of my dress. "That works for me.”

I raised my lips to his eagerly. “Do you really have to go away again this week?"

“‘Fraid so. I need to make a ton of decisions before we start construction."

"Okay," I murmured, trying not to think about next week. "Why don't we move into the bedroom?" I ran my tongue gently along the line of his jaw and nipped his ear.

His hands slipped to the bottom of my nightie. Expertly he slid it up and over my shoulders and head, allowing the fabric to fall to the floor behind me.

I wriggled away from him and stepped back so he could take in the full view. "I'll turn down the bed."

He was undoing his shirt, his eyes on my breasts. I walked past him into the bedroom and turned off the light.

He followed me and switched it back on. "I wanna see ye properly, Aeval."

On the notepad by the lamp was a page of whorls and faces and doodles and strange shapes and in the center of them all, framed with Gothic decoration, a familiar passage.

Cullen picked up the pad and stared at it.

"What made you write this?"

"What?" I slid onto the bed beside him and lay down, my arms above my head.

"Dracula’s Castle?"

I sat up. "I don’t know. I think it was from the regression. I’m starting to have some memories come back."

"And they involve Dracula? Strange." Cullen's voice was suddenly quiet and reflective. He pushed me back, leaning over me, his face filled with love. "Ye said a man’s name that day when you were under. It almost sounded like mine. Could ye hear me while it was happenin’?"

For a moment I contemplated the day’s events, something I’d been trying hard not to do. My brain was moving like lightning as I remembered, re-living the captivity, the humiliation and the pain of it all.

"I don’t think so. I’ve heard the Doctor’s voice before, during the session, but I couldn’t hear you until I opened my eyes and even then, not at first.

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