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Her eyelashes swept down to conceal her expression. "I hope you're kidding."
The long white limousine was already parked at the curb as if Antonio had received his orders and was
waiting. She sat back against the leather seat, her face hidden in the shadows. Lucian touched her cheek
with gentle fingertips. "This ceremony means much to you." He made it a statement.
"Not really." Jaxon tried to be as casual as he had been. So what if, like nearly every girl in the world,
she'd dreamed of a white wedding dress and a church filled with family and friends? Her family was
dead, and most of her friends were going that way also. Any guests attending her wedding would be
taking their lives in their hands, just as the man who performed the ceremony would be. She was already
shaking her head. "I don't want to do this. Drake would retaliate before he followed us."
Lucian studied her averted profile for a moment before nodding his agreement. At once the car slid back
into traffic and headed for their home. She was correct. Tyler Drake would indeed perceive anyone who
helped with their marriage ceremony as a threat to his fantasy world. Lucian let his breath out slowly.
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There were many things in Jaxon's memories he didn't fully understand. A human ceremony to him did
not have the same beauty and completeness about it that the Carpathian one held, yet he could not put
her longing out of his mind. Someday, he vowed, she would have her ceremony in a church, surrounded
by friends and family, just like the picture he had caught in her mind. For now, all he could do was pull
her close to his warmth and hold her in his arms.
In their house he left behind a rough, partial map of his property deep within the Cascade Mountains,
along with three black-and-white photographs of the old ornate hunting lodge he had purchased.
Prominently displayed was a note written in his flourishing handwriting. An analyst would have said it was
Old World, bold, and the writer a dominating male with complete confidence in himself. The note was
allegedly to Antonio, detailing instructions on the care and management of the estate in Lucian's absence.
Antonio was quite familiar with his instructions.
Lucian caught Jaxon's hand and led her to the privacy of the enclosed backyard. "Are you ready? We
must leave soon if we intend to travel this night."
Her eyes were suddenly wary. She had been far too quiet during his preparations, not once asking him
anything. Her silence worried him far more than her questions would have.
"I don't know why, Lucian, but I'm getting the distinct impression we aren't taking the limousine after all."
"No, we travel much faster and more safely on our own. Antonio will pull the car out of the driveway
and head toward the airport while we take off."
"And we're going to& " She trailed off, looking at him expectantly.
"Fly." He said it softly.
Jaxon swallowed the lump that was suddenly blocking her throat. Somehow she had known.
Somewhere along the line she had realized they wouldn't be boarding an airplane or driving through the
state in the white limousine. She wasn't certain what had tipped her off; perhaps simply being able to read
Lucian's mind. Maybe she was sharing his mind more often than she was aware.
She realized she was twisting her fingers together nervously and immediately put both hands behind her
back. He thought she could do this. Heexpected her to do it. He was treating the idea of flying as an
everyday occurrence. "Like superman?" Her attempt at a smile fell flat.
"Not exactly. Clouds are moving in a perfect cover. I will help you dissolve into mist, and we'll use the
drafts to move through the air."
Her heart slammed hard in her chest. Her teeth bit more deeply into her lower lip. "Mist sounds a bit
difficult to start with. Why don't we try something easier?'
"Such as?" Lucian prompted gently.
"We can use our feet. You know, just start walking down the highway and stick our thumbs out." Again
she attempted a smile. But the rapid beating of her heart betrayed her.
"Look at me, angel." He turned the full force of his black eyes on her. "You trust me. You know you do.
I would never ask you to do anything you could not do. You are very capable of doing this."
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She was nodding, aware he was right, but at the same time, the thought of her body dissolving into drops
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