Embrace the Night

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She licked lips gone suddenly dry as his presence seemed to fill the entire room. The light of the fire danced in his hair, limning the ebony-colored strands with gold. The expression in his eyes grew intense, as if the heat of the flames burned within their depths. She studied the breadth of his shoulders, familiar with the latent strength that resided within him. He was dressed all in black, always in black.

He hadn't moved, and yet he seemed to be all around her, filling her senses, until all she could see or hear was Gabriel. All she could taste or touch or smell was Gabriel.

Her heart pounded within her breast, a low steady beat, like that of a distant drum. She opened her mouth to speak his name, but no sound emerged save that of a sigh.

" Cara…" He took a step toward her, one hand stretched in entreaty. Clad in her long white gown, with the wealth of her golden hair falling over her shoulders, and the light of the flames reflected in the depths of her blue eyes, she looked like a madonna, an angel.

He folded his hand into a fist and clenched it at his side. She was an angel, he thought, and he was a monster who had no right to touch her, to want her.

He took a step backward, and she had the feeling that he was withdrawing from her, that there was more than distance separating them. The thought frightened her.

"Gabriel?"

"You should rest, Sara."

"I rested all day. Can't we go out?" "Perhaps tomorrow night."

"Have I done something to displease you?" "No!"

"Then what's wrong?"

"Nothing. You've been through quite an ordeal. You need to conserve your strength."

"But I feel fine." She looked up at him, a slight frown creasing her brow. "Why do I feel fine?" She stared down at her hands as if she'd never seen them before. "Why am I healing so fast? Gabriel, I'm frightened."

"Don't be." He took a step toward her, wanting, needing, to hold her, yet afraid to get too close, afraid he wouldn't be able to control the hunger her nearness aroused. "There's nothing to be afraid of."

"But the fire… Gabriel, it burned me. I…" She took a deep breath. "I should have died. I was dying. I remember hearing Sister Mary Josepha tell Sister Mary Louisa that my death would be a blessing. I remember Father Dominic standing over me, giving me last rites."

She gazed up at him, her eyes filled with confusion. "What happened to me, Gabriel? Why didn't I die?"