The Dark-Hunters, page 18
He winced at the truth. Grace would never love him. No one would. His destiny wasn’t to be released from his suffering. And even worse, his destiny had a tragic way of bleeding over onto those around him.
Pain lacerated his chest as he thought about something happening to Grace.
He couldn’t allow that. He had to protect her at any cost. Even if it meant losing his freedom.
With that thought on his mind, he went to find her.
* * *
Grace wiped the soap from her eyes. Opening them, she jumped as she caught sight of Julian watching her through the small parting of the shower curtains.
“You scared the be-jesus out of me!” she snapped.
“Sorry.”
He stood outside of her extra-large, claw-foot tub, wearing nothing but boxers and leaning back against the wall in the same pose he’d had in the book. His broad shoulders were thrown back to support him and his long arms were casually at his sides.
She licked her lips at the sight of the hard, sculpted muscles of his chest and torso. Unbidden, her gaze fell lower to the red and yellow boxers.
Well, so much for thinking no man could look good in those. Because he did. There were truly no words to describe exactly how good he looked in them.
And that devilish, half-taunting smile on his face could melt the heart of even the most frigid of women.
The man was hot.
Nervously, she realized she was standing completely naked. “Do you need something?” she asked, covering her breasts with the washcloth.
To her dismay, he removed his boxers, then stepped into the tub with her.
Her mind turned to mush as he overwhelmed her with his powerful, masculine presence. That incredible, dimpled smile hovered at the edges of his lips, making her heart race. Her body tremble.
“I just wanted to watch you,” he said, his voice low and tender. “Do you have any idea what it does to me when you run your hands over your bare breasts?”
Judging from the size of his erection, she could give a good guess.
“Julian…”
“Hmmm?”
She forgot what she was going to say as he dipped his head down to her neck. Chills rippled through her as his tongue scorched her flesh.
Grace moaned at the sensory overload of his hands and the hot water running over her body. She only vaguely felt him pull the cloth from her breasts before he took one in his mouth.
She hissed in pleasure as his tongue swirled around the taut peak, flicking across her flesh and making her burn.
He lowered her down in the tub, to lean against the sloping back. The contrast of the cool porcelain at her back and his warm body in front of her while the water poured down over the two of them titillated her in a way she’d never imagined.
Never before had she truly appreciated the size of the huge antique tub, but at the moment, she wouldn’t have traded it for anything.
“Touch me, Grace,” he said hoarsely, taking her hand into his and leading it to his swollen shaft. “I want to feel your hands on me.”
He shuddered as she stroked the velvety hardness of him.
Julian closed his eyes at the feelings swirling through him. Her touch wasn’t just physical, it touched him on a level that was undefinable. Unbelievable.
He wanted more of her. He wanted all of her.
“I love your hands on me,” he breathed as she cupped him. Oh, gods, how he ached for her. How he wished for just one moment she was really making love to him.
Making love to him with her heart.
Pain sliced through his chest. No matter how many times he had sex, the end result was the same. It always hurt. If not his body, then deep in his soul.
No decent woman would ever have you in the light of day.
It was true and he knew it.
Grace felt him tense. “Did I hurt you?” she asked, pulling her hand away.
He shook his head, then placed his hands on each side of her neck and kissed her deeply. Suddenly, his kiss intensified as if he were trying to prove something to both of them.
He slid his hand down her arm to capture her hand in his. He laced his fingers through hers, then moved his hand to cup her between her legs.
Grace moaned as he stroked her with their hands entwined. It was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced.
She shook all over as he quickened the rhythm of their joined fingers against her. And when he plunged their fingers inside her, she cried out in pleasure.
“That’s it,” he breathed in her ear. “Feel us joined.”
Breathless, Grace clutched at his shoulders with her other arm, her body on fire. Oh, he was an incredible lover!
Suddenly, he moved their hands away, then lifted one of her legs to curl about his waist.
Grace followed his lead, until she realized what he meant to do. He was preparing to drive himself into her.
“No!” she gasped, shoving at him. “Julian, you can’t.”
His eyes burned her with his need, his raw hunger. “I want at least this much of you, Grace. Now, let me have it.”
She almost did.
Until something strange happened to his eyes. They turned a full shade darker, the pupils dilating.
Julian froze. His breathing labored, he closed his eyes as if struggling against an unseen attacker.
With a curse, he turned away from her. “Run!” he said.
She didn’t hesitate.
Grace pulled herself out from under him, grabbed the towel and ran for the door. But she couldn’t leave him.
Pausing at the door, she looked back and watched as he went down on all fours and writhed as if he were being tortured.
She heard him strike the tub with his fist as he growled in pain.
Her heart pounded as he struggled. If only she knew what to do.
Finally, he collapsed in the tub.
Terrified and shaking, she took three tentative steps back into the bathroom, ready to run if he reached for her.
He rested on his side with his eyes closed. His breathing ragged, he looked weak and drained while the water pelted him, plastering his dark gold hair against his face.
She turned the water off.
Still, he didn’t move.
“Julian?”
He opened his eyes. “Did I scare you?”
“A little,” she answered honestly.
He took a deep, tortured breath, then sat up slowly. He didn’t look at her. His gaze was focused somewhere past her shoulder.
“I’m not going to be able to fight that,” he said after a long pause. He looked at her. “We’re fooling ourselves, Grace. Let me take you now while I’m calm.”
“Is that really what you want?”
Julian ground his teeth at her question. No, it wasn’t what he wanted. But what he wanted was beyond his ability to claim.
He wanted things the gods had never meant for him to have. Things he dared not name, because the naming of them made their absence all the more unbearable.
“I just wish I could die.”
Grace flinched at the heartfelt words. How she wished she could soothe him. Take away his pain.
“I know,” she said, her voice thick with unshed tears for him. She wrapped her arms around his sleek, strong shoulders and held him tight against her.
To her amazement, he laid his cheek against hers.
Neither said a word as they held each other.
Finally, Julian withdrew. “We’d better stop before…”
He didn’t finish the sentence, but then he didn’t have to. Grace had already seen the consequences and had no wish for a repeat.
She left him in the bathroom and went to dress.
Julian rose slowly from the tub, then toweled himself dry. He heard Grace in her room, opening the door to her second closet, and in his mind an image of her naked body scorched him.
A crippling wave of desire crashed through him with such force, that it almost sent him back to the floor.
He braced his arms against the vanity as he fought with himself. “I can’t live like this anymore,” he breathed. “I am not an animal.”
He looked up and saw his father in the mirror. He glared at his reflection, hating it.
He could feel the sting of the whip as his father beat him until he could barely stand. “Don’t you dare cry, Pretty-boy. Not one whimper. You might be born of a goddess, but it’s this world you live in, and here we don’t coddle pretty little boys like you.”
In the back of his mind, he could see the look of hatred on his father’s face as he knocked him to the ground, and grabbed him in a choking headlock. Julian had kicked and fought, but at fourteen, he’d been too young, too inexperienced, to loosen the commander’s hold.
His face contorted by a contemptuous sneer, his father had dragged his dagger down Julian’s cheek, laying it open to the bone. And all because his father had caught his wife staring at Julian while they ate.
“Let’s see if she’ll lust for you now.”
The throbbing pain of the cut had been unbearable and the blood had poured down his face the rest of the day. By the next morning, the wound had vanished without a trace.
His father’s wrath had been immeasurable.
“Julian?”
Startled, he jerked at the sound of a voice he hadn’t heard in over two thousand years.
He looked around the room, but didn’t see anything.
Unsure if he’d heard the voice, he spoke quietly. “Athena?”
She materialized before him, just inside the doorway. Though her clothes were modern, she wore her hair in a Grecian style piled high on her head with black ringlets falling down around her shoulders. Her pale blue eyes were gentle as she smiled. “I’ve come on behalf of your mother.”
“She still can’t face me?”
Athena looked away.
Julian felt a sudden urge to laugh. Why did he even bother to hope his mother might want to see him?
He should be used to it.
Athena fingered one of her dark ringlets as she watched him with an odd half-sad look on her face. “You have to know I would have helped you had I known about this. You were my favorite general.”
All of a sudden, he understood what had happened to him all those centuries ago. “You played me against Priapus, didn’t you?”
He saw the guilt an instant before she shielded it. “What’s done is done.”
His lips curling with anger, he glared at her. “Is it? Why did you send me to that battle when you knew Priapus hated me?”
“Because I knew you could win, and I hated the Romans. You were the only general I had who could have vanquished Livius, and you did. I was never prouder of you than I was the moment you took his head.”
Bitterness roiled through him. He couldn’t believe his ears. “Now, you tell me you’re proud?”
She disregarded his words. “Your mother and I have spoken to Clotho on your behalf.”
Julian paused at her words. Clotho was the Fate in charge of lives. The spinner of destinies. “And?”
“If you can beat the curse, we can return you to Macedonia, back to the same day you were pulled into the scroll.”
“I can go back?” he repeated in numbed disbelief.
“But you won’t be able to fight anymore. If you do, you will change history. If we send you back, you must swear to retire to your villa.”
There was always a catch. He should have known better than to think for even an instant that they would really help him. “To what purpose?”
“You will be in your own time. In a world you know.” She looked around the room. “Or you could stay here, if you prefer. The choice is yours.”
Julian snorted. “Some choice.”
“Some is better than none.”
Was it? He wasn’t sure any longer.
“And my children?” he asked, wanting, no, needing his family to restore the only two people in life who had ever meant anything to him.
“You know we can’t undo that.”
He cursed her. The gods could only take from him. Never once had they given.
Athena reached out and touched him lightly on the cheek. “Choose wisely,” she whispered, then vanished.
“Julian? Who are you talking to?”
He blinked as Grace paused in the hallway.
“No one,” he said. “Just myself.”
“Oh,” she said, accepting his lie without question. “I was thinking of taking you back to the Quarter this afternoon. We could visit the aquarium. What do you think?”
“Sure,” he said, leaving the bathroom.
She frowned, but said nothing more as she headed for the stairs.
Julian went to the bedroom to change. As he was pulling on his pants, he caught sight of Grace’s photographs on the dresser. She looked so happy in her childhood. So free. He particularly liked the picture where her mother had her arms wrapped protectively around Grace’s neck while the two of them laughed.
In that moment, he knew the truth. No matter how much he might want otherwise, he could never stay here with Grace. She had said it herself the night he appeared.
She had her own life. One that didn’t include him in it.
No, she didn’t need someone like him. Someone who would only bring the unwanted attention of the gods down upon her head.
He would beat the curse, and then he would take Athena up on her offer.
He didn’t belong here. He belonged in ancient Macedonia. Alone.
CHAPTER 10
Something was wrong. Grace could feel it in her bones as she drove them into the Quarter. Julian sat beside her, staring out the window.
She’d tried several times to get him to talk, but he remained tight-lipped. All she could figure was that he was depressed by what had happened in the bathroom. It must be hard for a man used to being in control of himself to lose it that way.
Pulling into the public lot, she parked the car.
“Ooo, it’s hot,” she said as she got out, and was immediately assaulted by the thick, heavy air.
She looked over at Julian who was truly dazzling in the dark sunglasses she’d bought for him. He’d already started to sweat.
“Is it too hot out here for you?” she asked, thinking of how awful it must be for him in jeans and a knit shirt.
“I’m not going to die from it, if that’s what you mean,” he said sardonically.
“Just a little testy, are we?”
“I’m sorry,” he said as he joined her. “I’m taking things out on you that aren’t your fault.”
“It’s all right. I’m used to being a scapegoat. In fact, I’ve made a profession of it.”
Since she couldn’t see his eyes, she couldn’t tell if he was amused by her words or not.
“Is that what your patients do?”
She nodded. “It can get really hairy some days. I don’t mind the women yelling at me so much as the men.”
“Have they ever hurt you?” The protectiveness in his voice startled her. And it felt strangely wonderful. She’d missed having someone to be protective of her.
“No, they haven’t,” she said, trying to dispel the tenseness of his body. And she hoped it stayed that way, but after Rodney’s call, she wasn’t so sure that he might be the one exception who ended up hurting her.
You’re being ridiculous. Just because he’s creepy doesn’t mean he’s dangerous.
Julian’s face was stern and harsh. “I think you should find a new occupation.”
“Maybe,” she said dismissively. She had no intention of giving up her job. “So, where would you like to go first?”
He shrugged nonchalantly. “Makes little difference to me.”
“Then let’s go to the aquarium. At least it’s air-conditioned.”
Taking his arm, she led him across the lot, and down the Moonwalk toward the aquarium.
Julian remained silent as she paid their admission, and then led him inside. He didn’t speak again until they walked through the manmade water tunnel that allowed them to watch all the different species of sea creatures in their natural habitat.
“Incredible,” he breathed as a huge stingray swam over his head. The look on his face reminded her of a child. An inner light sparkled in his eyes, warming her heart.
Suddenly, her pager went off. Grace cursed, until she saw the number.
Someone was calling her from the office on a Saturday?
How weird.
She dug her cell phone out of her purse and called.
“Hey, Grace,” Beth said as soon as she answered. “Listen, I’m down here in my office. We were broken into last night.”
“No! Who would do such a thing?”
Grace caught the curious look Julian directed at her. She offered him a tentative smile as she listened to Beth Livingston, the psychiatrist who shared office space with her and Luanne.
“I have no idea. They’ve got a crime scene unit down here taking prints. As far as I can tell, though, nothing important was taken. Did you have anything valuable in your office?”
“Just my computer.”
“It’s still here. Anything else? Money or anything?”
“No. I never leave valuables there.”
“Hang on, the officer wants to talk to you.”
Grace waited until she heard a man’s voice. “Dr. Alexander?”
“Yes.”
“I’m Officer Allred. It looks like someone took your Rolodex and a few files. Any idea who would want them?”
“No, I don’t. Do you need me to come down there?”
“I don’t think so. Basically, we’re just pulling prints, but if you can think of anything else, please give us a call.” He handed the phone back to Beth.
“Do you need me?” Grace asked.
“Nah. There’s really nothing you can do. It’s actually pretty boring.”
“Okay, buzz me if you need something.”
“Will do.”
Grace hung up the phone and returned it to her purse.
“Is something wrong?” Julian asked.
“Someone broke into my office last night.”
He frowned. “Why?”
“I have no idea.” Grace duplicated his frown as she thought the matter over. “I can’t figure out why anyone would want my Rolodex. Since I bought my Palm Pilot last spring, I haven’t even used it. It’s just odd.”
