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.“Look, I could have left you in the forest.And I could have let the shadow warrior get you,” she pointed out.“I’m tying you up for both our protection.I don’t trust you.”“You are the one who attacked me,” he said.Natalya blinked rapidly.His voice was low and compelling.Her stomach did a peculiar little flip.“That was unintentional and you know it.You dropped out of the sky between the vampire and me.I was attacking him, not you.In any case, I’ve made up for it by helping you.Had I left you there, the wolves would have returned along with the vampires and you’d be dead or captured.”He glanced down at the flex cuffs.“It appears that I am your prisoner.” His voice was sensual, a deliberate implication.She felt faint color stealing into her neck and face.Her temper went up a notch.“You’ll be able to get out of the cuffs once the binding spell wears off.I’m leaving now and that will give me a good head start.You should be fine.”“I will not allow this.Ask me for anything else and it is yours, but not this, Natalya.I am warning you.I will not let you walk out on your responsibilities.”Natalya tossed her head, eyes flashing at him.“Who would have guessed the hunter is a sore loser? Talk is cheap, little slip of a boy!”He still hadn’t blinked and his predatory stare kept her heart pounding.She knew he could hear it and it only increased her resolve to get away from him.If it were possible, his eyes deepened into a black that made her shudder with sudden anxiety.He had formed a barrier in his mind, most likely to prevent her from feeling his pain, but it also shielded other emotions, such as anger.Or rage.His eyes were turbulent and as black as the stormiest night.“Te avio päläfertiilam.Éntölam kuulua, avio päläfertiilam.” He whispered the words in his ancient language, his eyes never leaving her face.“Ted kuuluak, kacad, kojed.Élidamet andam.Pesämet andam.Uskolfertiilamet andam.Sívamet andam.Sielamet andam.”“Stop!” She pressed her palm hard against her heart.Whatever he was saying was affecting her.She knew spells.She knew almost all spells, but she didn’t recognize the words.She knew Hungarian, but she didn’t know his language.It was more ancient even than Hungarian.It didn’t seem to matter.She felt every word in her heart and soul.Vikirnoff’s expression never changed and he didn’t take his gaze from hers, holding her captive with his eyes and his voice, in spite of the flex cuffs on his wrists.“Ainamet andam.Sívamet kuuluak kaik että a ted.Ainaak olenszal sívambin.”As he spoke, each word he uttered in that soft, mesmerizing whisper of sound seemed to penetrate deep into her body and mind, wrap around her heart and go deeper still, finding something inside of her that rushed to meet him.“Stop,” she pleaded again.“Te élidet ainaak pide minan.Te avio päläfertiilam.Ainaak sívamet jutta oleny.Ainaak terád vigyázak.”A spell.It had to be a spell.She pressed her hands over her ears, but nothing stopped that insidious whisper.Worse, she was beginning to think she was catching some of the words, although she was certain she’d never spoken the language.“What have you done?” She pressed against the wall, tried to make herself smaller as if by doing so she could escape his magic.She was so certain she’d held him prisoner with physical and otherworldly bonds, but his words had done something irrevocable to her.She felt everything in her reaching for something in him.Needing him.Wanting him.Somehow those ancient words had bound her soul to his for all eternity, as if they really were two halves of the same whole and his words had somehow put them back together.“What have you done?” she demanded again when he only watched her through his too-black eyes.“Something about giving me your body and soul and heart.You said that, didn’t you? Answer me, Von Shrieder.What have you done? What did you say?”“I claimed what was rightfully mine.”“Translate it.”Vikirnoff studied her pale face.Her eyes were enormous, her lips trembling.“Do not be so afraid.It is a ritual as old as time and no one has ever been harmed by it.”Natalya gnashed her teeth together and opted for a blatant lie.“I am not afraid.I’m angry.Whatever you did is some kind of binding spell, isn’t it?”“You mean like the one you used on me?” His tone was mild.She felt color flooding her face
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