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"No one, meu inimă, only you You will not be able to do this with anyone else as well," Fane stated possessively

"Talk to you later, be safe," Fane told her

And just like that she "felt" him leave her, and fell instantly bereft She undressed and, without looking into theit wash the feeling away It was silly to feel so empty without him in her mind, she knew that, and yet she couldn’t shake it off It just seemed so natural to talk to him, like she had done it all her life She found it so odd that she was jealous at idea of hihts She had only known hiht irked her to no measure Ok, Jacque, she told herself, ured she’d better call her to ot out of the shower and toweled dry, flipping her hair over and drying it first, then standing upright to dry her body Turning to look into theshe had done it, she reached for Fane’s mind "Fane, what the hell is on an to exa ran from shoulder to shoulder and up her neck It was scrolled lines arching and curving, co to a point at the nape of her neck, with definite places that appeared would fit into a puzzle It was very beautiful and feminine – it was also very not there before she tanned Had Fane done some Romanian voodoo on her? ‘Cause she would so do some voodoo up on his ass if he had

He still hadn’t responded to her after a few ot dressed and combed out her wet hair and putto think about how theFor a fleeting moment she hoped it was Fane, but that would be ridiculous when he could just talk through his thoughts Shaking her head in frustration, she answered the phone

"So I’ rays You in?" Sally’s cheerful voice cah the phone

"You’re a little late, Charlie Brown I’ve already cooked, rotated, and cooked sooing to be able to come over soon?" Jacque asked, relief in her voice

"That’s the rued…take your pick" Jacque answered

"I’ up

Jacque looked around her room and decided to pick up from the impromptu sleepover She folded the blankets and laid theirls were staying the night again She picked up the dirty clothes on the floor and threw them in the laundry basket Her hts out So around upstairs helped her put things in perspective

She got out a notepad frorabbed a pen off her desk, and sat down on her bed and began to write

I’ve uy but a really unusual one He’s froh hts, and I can talk back It’s so unreal To top it all off, I have these strange s on my back that cain to think about the whole thing But I know for the sake ofsanity I need to talk to him face to face and see if he will answer any of my questions My other problele" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>