Enchantment (88 page)

“You
don’t
know
w
hat
y
o
u’
r
e
m
essing
with,
te
m
p
tress.” Her
head
sank
down
to
kiss
his
lips.
“
I
’d like to find
out.”

Cha
p
ter
T
w
en
t
y
-
Three

Kerrigan
ran
his
fingertips
lazi
l
y
up
and
d
o
wn
her
ar
m
,
unable
to
take
his
e
y
es
off
her peaceful
face
as
s
he
slept
curled
up
against
his
bod
y
.
She
was
a
creature
of
incredible
pa
s
sion and
love.
H
i
s
heart
hurt.
Never
in
his
life
had
he
ever
let
a
n
y
o
ne
get
so
close
to h
i
m
.
H
e
let
out
a deep
breath
of
air,
u
n
sure
of
h
o
w
he
w
ould
deal
with
the
thought
of
her
leaving.
He
had
alwa
y
s tried
to
conceal
the
hurt
and
anger
buried
deep
inside
him
for
so
m
a
n
y
y
e
ars.
Hurt
w
a
sn’t
s
omething
Kerrigan
would
ever
ad
m
it
to—especial
l
y
to
a
n
y
o
ne
w
ho
knew
h
i
m
.
He’d
never confronted
his
true
feelings.

He
knew
his
heart
was
in
danger,
and
hers,
too.
To
open
up
to
her
m
ea
n
t
hurt
in
so
m
e
form or
other.
He
was
cold
and
heartless,
while
she
was
full
of
caring
and
love.
She
w
a
sn’t
from
this
w
orld…his
w
orld.

Tender
l
y
,
he
tucked
a
piece
of
her
hair
back
behind
her
ear
and
slowly
untangled
her
body from
his.
Her
delicate
sigh
al
m
ost
undid
hi
m
.
What
was
he
going
to
d
o
?
S
ure
l
y
,
she
knew
th
e
y couldn’t
continue
this
relationship.
Eventual
l
y
,
th
e
y
’
d
figure
a
way
for
her
to
leave,
even
though deep
down
inside, it
was
the
last
thing he
wanted.

The
bed
had
returned
to
its
original
place.
The
two
of
them
had
been
so
wrapped
up
in
their
o
wn
paradise,
the
trip
had
pa
s
sed
without
their
notice.

Kerrigan
looked
down
at
her
one
m
ore
t
i
m
e,
willing
h
i
m
self
to
leave.
H
ow
he
wanted
to
s
nuggle
back
up
to
her
and
love
her
all
through
the
night.
He’d
have
plen
t
y
to
keep
him occupied, tr
y
i
n
g
to figure out
w
hat
Thalius
was up
to and
how he
was involved with Jager. In
the back
of
his
m
ind,
Threeo’s
voice
echoed.

‘Ke
r
rigan,
r
e
member
my
vision.’

W
h
a
t if T
h
reeo’s
vision comes
true?
Imp
o
ssible.
O
r
is
it?

Kerrigan
headed
delibera
t
e
l
y
to
the
den.

Ignoring
Threeo,
who
ro
o
sted
on
the
mantel,
Kerrigan
pondered
over
the
journals
crowding the
den.
A
ged
leather
and
d
u
st
wafted
from
the
pages,
along
with
ru
m
ors
too
cra
z
y
to
be believed.
The
journals
were
old.
So
m
e
were
said
to
be
works
of
fiction
because
th
e
y
w
ere
so bizarre,
written
by
Enchanters
who
had
been
considered
cra
z
y
.
Then
there
were
other,
elder Enchanters
who
ardent
l
y
believed
the
stories
to
be
true. Stories
of foreigners
coming
to Enchan
t
m
e
nt.
He had
never
put
too
m
uch
truth
to
them
even though
apparent
l
y
,
his
biological
parents
had
been
foreigners.
The
Council
denied
the
stories, and
Kerrigan had
chosen
to
stand by
their
view.

Things
were
different
now.
He
hoped
he
could
find
a
way
to
help
M
eeka
return
s
afe
l
y
back ho
m
e. Perhaps back ho
m
e, her p
o
wers would
disappear and
she
could go
back
to her
nor
m
al
life. She
w
ouldn’t
be
in
danger
if
her
p
o
wers
went
awa
y
. Be
y
o
n
d
this
world,
Thalius wouldn’t
be
able to
harm
her.
In
her
world,
she
would
be
whole—be
safe—but
not
safer
than
when
she
was
with hi
m
.

The
book
he
opened
was
one
he’d
never
looked
at
before.
It
w
a
s
bound
b
y
leather,
and bu
r
sting
with
ma
n
y
tattered
and
torn
pages.
H
i
s
favorite
chair
welc
o
m
ed
him
as
he
prepared
to find
a
n
y
t
h
i
ng
he
could.

The
book
spoke
about
how
Enchanters
were
all
treated
like
slaves,
subservient
to
the Cou
n
selors.
Horrible cr
i
m
es
took place.
Then
he
ca
m
e
to
the
part in
the
j
ournal
w
hen
th
e
y spoke of
leaving
the
s
o-called
perfect
w
orld.
The
page
w
a
s
filled
with
scrawling
script
as
if
the
author had
been
in
a
hur
r
y
.
So
m
e
Enchanters
had
tried
to
swim
to
the
surface
of
Upper
World,
but
the handwriting
w
a
s
so
bad,
Kerrigan
couldn’t
m
ake
out
the
words
describing
their
fate.
He
quick
l
y flipped
through
the
j
o
urnal,
hoping
for
a
clue
to
the
unreadable
portion,
only
to
discover
a
page and
been
re
m
oved.