The Water Witch by Juliet Dark

Author:Juliet Dark [Dark, Juliet]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 978-0-345-54242-7
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2013-02-11T16:00:00+00:00

The worst thing, I decided after rubbing my skin raw with towels and drinking three cups of hot tea to get warm, was that it had been Duncan’s face in my drowning-by-sex dream. Because clearly there were only two possible reasons: either I was sexually attracted to him or he was trying to hurt me. I wasn’t sure which suspicion was more disturbing. I knew I should have been more disturbed by the thought that I’d imagined my tutor trying to drown me, but it actually bothered me more to think that I was attracted to him. Sure, he was handsome, but I’d just made love to Liam three days ago. How could I be attracted to someone else so soon? Even if I didn’t love Liam, he’d saved my life twice in Faerie. It seemed fickle—if not downright slutty—to be having dreams about Duncan after knowing him for less than twenty-four hours. Besides, I wasn’t sure I was attracted to him. I’d flinched when he’d touched me last night.

By the time Duncan knocked at my door, I was hopped up on caffeine and my skin was pink from the two extra showers I’d taken (I wouldn’t be taking any baths for a while). I was wearing jeans, a black turtleneck and a sweater, and I still felt cold. When I opened the door, though, and saw him—dressed in a body hugging black T-shirt and black jeans, the last evening light glancing off his high cheekbones and turning his blue eyes to aquamarine—I felt a surge of electrical sizzle inside. It must be attraction, I realized with dismay. Seeing someone who had tried to drown me wouldn’t make me go all warm and fuzzy.

My face mustn’t have looked so good to him.

“What happened?” he asked, his eyes locked on mine (the way his mouth had locked on mine …). He grasped my arm and pulled me closer. His touch, even through my sweater and turtleneck, stirred that fizzy current inside me. “You look …”

“Awful?” I asked weakly.

“No, actually you look amazing, like you’re lit up from inside. But you’re dressed for subarctic temperatures in June and you’re still shivering.”

“I am?” I held out my hand and saw that it was indeed trembling. But I didn’t feel cold anymore. I felt warm and tingly. I peeled off the sweater and stepped back to let him in. “This old house,” I said. “The temperature’s always fluctuating. You wouldn’t believe my heating bills last winter. Do you want some tea? Or a glass of wine? Or Scotch? I think there’s still some scotch from when Liam lived here …”

I kept up a steady babble as I led him into the library to the cabinet where Liam had kept his scotch. There was an open bottle on the shelf. Duncan touched my hand as I reached for it and I flinched so hard I knocked over the bottle. He caught it before a drop could spill.

“Sit down,” he barked.

Startled by the force of his command, I sank down on the couch.

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