Hayze has roamed the Earth for over three millennia alone, praying to one day find the other half of his soul. The one woman who would make his deadened heart beat once more. He never imagined he’d find her, Blaine, in a bloodied heap beneath the claws of a despicable yazaron, the very bane of his existence. Hayze saved Blaine and as a reward was given three days to make her love him or he would cease to exist. Literally.
Blaine spent those three days in ICU fighting for her life. And now when Hayze’s time left on earth is borrowed at best, the woman for whom he would gladly die a hundred times over would rather spit on him than look at him.
Fate, what a cruel bitch.
“Blaine, I said don’t worry about it. I have more money than Switzerland, and until you, I hadn’t a clue as to what to do with it. I’m happy to finally spend some on a person who deserves it.”
Hayze’s voice rolled through her like a flame. His breath smelled of cinnamon, and his lips looked so rose petal soft, she wanted to lean in that extra inch and kiss him, but she couldn’t. If she allowed herself to feel anything more for him, it would destroy her when he left her. And he would leave because his perfection had no place in her world of despair. Also, Blaine didn’t understand this new paranormal world he’d introduced her to. He’d moved in ways and done things the night he’d saved her that no human could ever dream of doing. And that frightened the living shit out of her. Still, she couldn’t deny that while she pushed him away with her right hand, the left one kept reaching for him.
He smoothed the back of his hand down her cheek as he slowly licked his lips, his eyes begging her to stay a moment longer, to hold on to this stolen moment between them.
“I-I have to repay you somehow,” she whispered, not breaking the contact.
Hayze tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear. “I assure you it’s not necessary.” His eyes searched her face from brow to chin and cheek to cheek, in a whisper of promises and apologies she didn’t feel worthy of.
“I don’t like being indebted to anyone.” She swallowed. “If I am, I feel like I’m that person’s property.”
He traced her lower lip with the tip of his thumb as he leaned in closer. “Would it be that bad, Blaine, to belong to me?” A rueful smile crossed his face before he hid it.
“I—you don’t know me. I don’t know you.” Blaine closed her eyes and tried to ignore the way her heart reached for his and her soul reveled in his touch. Something soft brushed her lips, but she couldn’t say for sure whether it was his lips or the pad of one of his fingers. She opened her eyes and watched in fascination as the tip of his tongue flitted over his lower lip. “I have to pay you back,” she blurted, jerking her head out of his hold.
“If you must, I’ll make a deal with you.”