Author: Lora Leigh
Category: Paranormal
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Dawn knew she did. Cassie was an anomaly among the Breeds. Her DNA was Wolf and Coyote as well as human. She’d been distrusted and often avoided as she grew older and her eyes deepened to that hypnotic blue. Centuries before she would have been burned at the stake as a witch.
Dawn cared for the girl though. She had been a regular visitor at Sanctuary over the years, first as a precocious child and now often as a prankster and teasing teenager.
“This is a bad time for me,” Dawn gritted out, knowing that sometimes Cassie needed explanations, despite the spooky air of knowledge she carried with her.
“That’s why I came.” Cassie suddenly smiled, as though Dawn had given her the invitation to stay, and that smile lit up her eyes, making their glow brighter. “I knew it would be bad. And the dreams always make you grouchy. Today, you have to look forward to the adventure, Dawn. So I came to cheer you up before you could begin stressing over what you don’t remember.”
Dawn swallowed tightly and couldn’t control the flinch at the reminder of things she didn’t remember.
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“Cassie…”
“Dawn. You helped save me when I was little. You and Sherra put your lives on the line for me. You were hurt then just as you’ve been hurt over the years defending Sanctuary. Let me do this.”
“Do what?” Dawn shook her head in confusion. “What can you do for me, Cassie? Can you wipe the dreams away? Can you take away the past or change it? How in the hell do you think you can make this better? Sweetheart, if you want to make it better, go away and let me get control of myself.”
“Like everyone else does?” Cassie sighed. “Everyone goes away so you can think, so you can work, so you can sleep and so you can dream alone. Even Seth went away, didn’t he?”
Dawn stilled. She felt something inside her, something that had been relaxing, freeze. She didn’t want to hear about Seth, she didn’t want to think about Seth. He was better off away from Sanctuary and away from her.
“What does Seth have to do with anything?”
Seth Lawrence of Lawrence Industries, one of the Breeds’ greatest proponents and supporters, and he was one man she couldn’t afford to think about.
“He was here the other day, arguing with Jonas. Did you hear?” Cassie tilted her head to the side. “He doesn’t like Jonas much, you know.”
“No one likes Jonas much.” Dawn inhaled slowly, the irrational terror slowly easing inside her.
“Everyone likes Seth though.” Cassie waggled her brows as she uncurled from the chair and moved to the bed.
Dawn watched as Cassie Sinclair plopped at the bottom of the bed, crossed her legs and leaned forward intently.
“Seth is hawt,” she drawled.
Dawn winced. “Seth is too old for you, Cassie.” She forced herself to keep her voice calm, unemotional. What the hell did she care who found Seth sexy? It was nothing to her. She wouldn’t let it become something to her.
“He’s still hot.” Cassie wrinkled her nose. “For an old man.”
“He’s not an old man.” And Dawn assured herself she hadn’t just gritted the words out.
“Give it up.” Cassie laughed. “Though I have to give him credit: He doesn’t look like he’s aged a day in the last ten years. You know, he was voted one of the world’s most eligible bachelors last month on one of those society shows I saw on television.”
Dawn clenched her teeth. She didn’t need to know that. At the very mention of Seth’s name her entire body seemed to respond. Her flesh felt more sensitive, her tongue itched and the tiny hairs along her body lifted almost sensually.
And fear knotted her stomach.
She knew what Seth Lawrence was to her, and to her body. She also knew what he was to her mind. He could break her like nothing that had ever happened in the past.
“I don’t want to talk about Seth, Cassie.” She rose from the bed and moved to the closet, where she pulled out her uniform for the day. Snug black mission pants and a matching tank top.
“You never want to talk about Seth,” Cassie said then. “He asks about you though. Every time he sees me he asks how you’re doing.”
Dawn froze. Cassie always knew more than others. She saw or sensed things no one else could.
“And what do you tell him?” she asked almost fearfully.
“I usually tell him the same thing. You haven’t awoken yet.”
“You tell him I’m asleep?” She turned back to the child incredulously.