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He cupped her breast, squeezing, rubbed the nipple until it
stood high and tight. His fingers pinched lightly, then harder
and she cried out.
"Sorry," he muttered, replacing his fingers with his mouth.
He suckled urgently, forcefully. She arched, uncertainty
surging again. Where was her gentle lover? The man who had
touched her so tenderly?
His fingers parted her folds, moving immediately to her
clit. Again his touch was rough, hurried. She was slick, her
body trying to cooperate, but after only a few token caresses,
he pressed his cock against her entrance.
"Gaverel, I'm not " He thrust into her brutally and Rammi
screamed. She'd expected a sting, but searing pain lanced
through her entire body.
Grasping her hips with hurtful hands, Gaverel thrust again
and again. "Damn him!"
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His expression twisted with rage, his eyes squeezed shut.
Rammi recoiled from the bitter hatred emanating from
Gaverel. He's not fucking me, he's fucking Tavon!
She panted and gritted her teeth, waiting for the fiery pain
to recede. He moved in her, his features contorted. Rammi
turned her face away, choking back a groan. She could be
anyone! This was not a bonding; she was Tavon's whipping
girl.
Tears trailed down her cheeks, and a ragged sob escaped
her mouth. "Stop it!" She punched his shoulder, trying to
shock him from his hate-induced stupor.
"Gods damn him!" He grabbed both her hands, interlaced
their fingers, and dragged them over her head. "I worked my
entire life..." He thrust hard and deep. "It was all I ever
wanted."
Fury surged through Rammi, a dark, strange stirring she'd
never felt before. The sensation coiled tighter, gaining
momentum, building velocity. Gaverel thrust to the hilt,
crying out as he came. His hands clenched hers.
The dark coil sprung, twisting through her, bursting out
through her palms. Gaverel screamed, his body jerking.
Writhing beneath him, she frantically tried to disentangle their
hands.
The smell of burning flesh filled her nose. Bile rose into her
throat. Gaverel collapsed on top of her, their fingers still
entwined. She screamed and screamed until her voice failed.
His breathing shuddered, shallow and uneven.
"Help! Somebody help me!"
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What had just happened? What had she done? Throwing
all of her terrified frenzy into one mighty lunge, she rolled
Gaverel off her and peeled their hands apart. Her stomach
heaved and her head spun. His palms were charred and
blistered, while hers, though blackened, appeared unharmed.
She pressed her trembling fingertips against his throat and
released a ragged sob when she found a pulse. He was alive.
Reaching out along the common telepathic link shared by all
Shadow Keepers she screamed her anguish and fear.
Summoning Shadow iede, the essence of her mystic
energy, she manifested clothing for herself and a tunic she
draped over his nudity. With a flash of light the Veil parted.
Her brothers Jax and Jarek rushed past the Veil Keeper,
running toward her. Jarek reached her first and she threw
herself into his arms.
"What happened? Are you injured?" The Shadow Master
eased her away, his dark gaze searching her face. Her hands
tightly fisted, Rammi collapsed against his chest, sobbing too
hard to reply.
"He's alive," Jax said. He stepped over the unconscious
man and joined Jarek at Rammi's side. "Did he hurt you? Is
that why you burned him?"
"I didn't mean to!" she cried. "I don't know what
happened. I was ... We were..."
"Let me see her palms."
Rammi glanced beyond her brothers and found Tilden
Delmont standing on the other side of Gaverel. Tall, dark, and
sinister, the Death Master's appearance perfectly suited his
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gifts. She trembled. No! This couldn't be happening. She
didn't want to be a Death Keeper!
Just as a select few among the Order of Light became the
Keepers of Life, a select few from the Order of Shadow
became the Keepers of Death.
"I'm not a Death Keeper!" she shouted, pressing her face
against her brother's chest.
"Let me see her palms." Tilden repeated the directive and
Jarek gently unfolded her hands. Glistening like black
diamonds, Death iede coated her palms.
"No!" Tears streaming down her face, Rammi sank to her
knees.
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Chapter One
Fifteen years later
Stifling a yawn, Rammi Severn scrubbed her fingers
through her short spiky hair and glanced at the massive,
elaborately carved door behind which the Steering Committee
argued. They had ten more minutes, then she was out of
here. She had better things to do than
The doors burst open and Tilden Delmont stood framed in
the threshold. On a good day the Death Master looked
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