When she had said she had a “gift” his brows had drawn together in a frown. That would explain so many things, why she was obviously descended of those the Romans enslaved, and why she was a priestess.

Of course he knew of people with special abilities. He had one himself. Ever since he was a mortal child he had been able to sense the connections between people, of course the gift had only grown stronger with time. But, what kind of gift could this gorgeous creature possess that could have possibly risen her from the ranks of enslavement to being a priestess for Pluto?

What kind of gift would the temple of the god of the underworld find useful?

When more information had not been forthcoming, he had arched a delicate, coal-black brow above his crimson eye and waited for a moment longer before prompting her to continue. “Well…?”

She had grinned impishly at him once again and she whispered, “I could show you, but the truth is it frightens most people. Many do not believe I speak the truth unless a tragedy happens.”

Her words only served to intrigue him even more and he reached out to run his own fingers along the shadow that was playing on her cheekbone. He was surprised when she didn’t shiver; instead she closed her eyes and sighed softly, as if she enjoyed his touch. How strange.

“Show me,” he whispered.

Opening her eyes she nodded and she turned her face towards his hand, as if she wanted to kiss his palm, it was as if she were the one taking in his scent now, but instead she reached up and gently pulled his hand away, placing it on his lap, and then she removed her other hand from his after placing that one on his lap as well.

Her small hands reached up and she rested her small hands on either side of his face before her eyes met his and she slowly leaned towards him…

Even now he could feel the warmth of her hands on his face, the sweetness of her breath making his nostrils flare as he tried to inhale ever bit of her scent. He leaned closer to the window as if he were leaning towards her rather than closer to a fall that would cause pain, but not his death. Sighing he leaned back away from the open window, realizing that he had been lost in his memories yet again. It was such an easy thing to do.