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In entering her bed, the very thought of which was abhorrent to her. The sight of me was a constant reminder

that the Titan had tricked her and invaded her body. So she persuaded Minos to build an enormous labyrinth,

saying that in the center of it was where he should hide the fortunes of Crete, and that I would guard it for

him. The labyrinth on Crete is where I lived, away from my mother’s eyes and those who would hunt me for

sport. It is where I would still be today if not for Hecate.”

“My God! They tell stories about you. Stories that say maidens and boys were sacrificed to you.”

The stunned expression on her face made him feel hot and cold at the same time.

“You should know that I have not always been as I am now. Before I answered Hecate’s summons, I was as

Rhea cursmetСЂ/died me to be—an abomination, of both body and soul. When I pledged myself to the

goddess, she lifted Rhea’s curse and gave me the heart and soul of a man, though there was nothing even the

Great Goddess could do to alter my physical form.”

His hand was resting on the table near the open map. The Empousa reached out and put hers on top of his. He

looked down at her hand.

“I don’t see an abomination when I look at you,” Mikki told him.

“Perhaps you should look deeper. There is still a beast within me.”

“I’d like to believe in the man, if you’ll let me, Asterius.”

“The man . . .” His words were barely audible. He looked from her hand into her eyes. “The man hears you,

Mikado, even if it seems your voice is speaking from his dreams.”

“Maybe I am.” She smiled softly. “You and I have been in each other’s dreams before.”

He turned her hand over in his and let his thumb trace the delicate lifeline that bisected her palm, following it

until it met the pulse point at her wrist. Then, with a caress softer than the brush of a butterfly’s wings, he

smoothed his thumb in sensuous circles over her pulse.

“I can feel the beat of your heart,” he murmured.

“Can you feel that it’s beating faster?”

He lifted his eyes to hers. “I can.” Her face was so close to his that he could feel the warmth of her breath on

his skin. Her eyes had gone soft and her lips were parted. He wanted to taste her! He wanted to drink her in

and lose himself in her sweetness. With a low growl he bent his head, replacing his thumb with his lips. He

could feel her life’s blood pulsing, and he tasted the salt of her skin. She shivered under his touch, and he let

his lips move to the delicate indentation of her elbow. Then he lifted his head. Her breathing had deepened,

and she was staring at him with wide, liquid eyes. Before reason and common sense could make him change

his mind, he leaned forward and touched his lips to hers. She made a little gasping sound that seemed to call

to his soul, and he deepened the kiss.

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Pain lanced through his body. His blood had turned to white-hot lava, and it pounded with ferocious intensity

within him. For a moment he was so disoriented that his claws automatically shot from his skin and he bared

his teeth in a snarl, ready for the stealthy enemy that had attacked him. Then he understood. Hecate’s spell!

The Empousa did not love him; therefore, her passion would not be allowed.

He raised tortured eyes to hers. Mikado looked pale and shocked, and she had scooted back in her chair as far

away from him as she could get.

Abruptly, he stood, knocking over his chair and causing the little table to rock dangerously. “This was unwise.

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