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Page 54 of Breaking the Bloodstone Curse

When he shook his head again, she pushed away from him and ran.

Rushing to the bedroom they had shared together those few precious nights, she slammed the door and fell to her knees, crying because her heart was breaking…breaking all over again.

35

SERENAI

Serenai sobbed, her shoulders shaking with the force of her tears. It was all so unfair! She’d been so sure that the big half-Kindred had come back for her because he remembered their love. Instead, he had some half-baked story about a Goddess telling him to come back. He?—

“Do not weep, Daughter. All will be well.”

The warm, feminine voice made Serenai’s head jerk up but there was no one there. Still, she felt a presence surrounding her—a feeling of comfort, as though someone had wrapped a soft, warm quilt around her shoulders.

“Who…what…?” she began, gulping back a sob.

“I am the Goddess your male spoke of—the Kindred Goddess,” the female voice told her. “I feel your pain—I bear it with you.”

“Well, that’s nice, I guess.” Serenai sniffed and swiped at her eyes. “But can you help me? Can you make Brax remember that he loves me?”

“I can only advise you in this matter for a warrior’s heart and mind are his own,” the Goddess told her. “But I will tell you this—sometimes the body remembers better than the mind. You may bring back his memories through touch and taste even if talking has failed.”

Then the room was suddenly empty of the warm presence…but somehow Serenai felt comforted. She blotted her eyes on the bedspread and sat up, considering the Goddess’s words.

Slowly, a plan began to form in her mind. It might work…or it might not. But either way, Serenai was determined to try it—she wasn’t giving up on her man without a fight, she decided.

She was going to take a chance and hope that she could bring back the memories the curse had stolen.

36

BRAX

Brax stood in the middle of the vast living area, uncertain of what to do. He felt genuinely bad for the little Yonnite Mistress—who honestly was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever encountered. Her warm brown skin and big dark eyes were uppermost in his mind and he loved her curvy, Elite figure too.

He felt terrible that he couldn’t remember what she claimed had happened between them. What had he done to make her so attached to him? And how could he apologize for not feeling something he couldn’t even remember?

There didn’t seem to be any answers—just sobbing from the bedroom. He was wondering if he should go when the sobbing stopped abruptly and he heard low talking instead. But who was she talking to?

Brax had no idea. He thought again about leaving but decided to sit on the couch instead. It was tan furba leather with silver and gold accents and it was sinfully comfortable. Maybe he should at least talk to the girl before he left, he thought. Perhaps he could think of something to say to make her feel better.

Suddenly, a little furry creature scampered out from between the couch cushions and ran up his arm.

“Hey—what?”

Brax looked at the little creature uncertainly. It didn’t seem to want to do him any harm—it was just sitting there on his shoulder, chattering quietly to itself. For some reason, it was vaguely familiar. He thought of how the little Yonnite Mistress had said he’d lost his memory—was this little creature part of the memory he’d lost?

“Hey, little guy, do I know you?” he asked, reaching up carefully to stroke the tiny, fury head with one finger.

The little creature chattered excitedly and nuzzled his hand, as though begging to be petted again.

The whole thing felt so familiar…and yet the gray wall in his memory kept him from recalling anything more about the little pet. If he could just get past that wall?—

His thoughts were derailed when the bedchamber door opened and the little Yonnite Mistress came out. Brax sucked in a breath—she looked very different from the woman who had run out of the room sobbing.

Her face was clear and though her eyes were just a little red, she didn’t look bad. In fact, they gave her an open, vulnerable look that Brax liked.

She was no longer wearing the modest green gown she’d had on earlier either. Instead, she had on a beautiful white dress that showed off both her creamy brown skin and her full curves.

The dress dipped low in the front, revealing a hint of her tight nipples and it was cut high—so high that he could see the tiny white lace panties she was wearing. They didn’t hide much, Brax saw, his mouth beginning to water. He wondered what her soft little pussy tasted like and the Thirst roared within him.