“WE ARE ALONE, BECCA. DOES IT FRIGHTEN YOU?”

“Should it?” Waves of heat washed over her and she took a deep breath.

 

Talon came to her then and took her in his arms. “There can be nothing between us, my Becca,” he whispered huskily. “Nothing but a few stolen days in this haunted valley. Will you steal them with me?”

 

She stood stiffly in his embrace for long seconds, then slowly, her resistance melted. “Talon,” she answered. “Talon, I—”

 

“Do not say it. Do not say that we are enemies, or that you belong to another. Do not say that once we leave this place, we can never think or speak of this time again. There is no need to say what we both know.”

 

“I don’t care,” she whispered. “Stop talking and kiss me.”