Dark Angel (Casteel 2)

his glassy eyes, his blank stare. He was a million

miles. away, snared in some horrible dream. I knew

that, just knew that!

My lips pressed down softly on his. I murmured

his name over and over. "Come back to me, Troy,

please, please. You are not alone. I love you. I will

always love you."

Over and over I called him back, until at last

the glassiness in his eyes departed, and slowly they

came into focus. Delirious and happy delight took

away the stare, even as his fingers reached to trail

over my face. "You did come back . . . oh, Heaven, I

was so terrified you wouldn't. I had a weird feeling

you went to that Logan Stonewall again, and

discovered you love him, and not me."

"You, only you!" I cried passionately, raining

kisses all over his chilled, pale face. "I had the flu,

darling. I ran a high fever for days and days. The telephones were down, the bridges were out, and the roads were flooded. I returned to you as soon as I

could."

His smile was thin and weak. "I knew I was

being silly to allow myself to become so depressed. I

knew you would come back, subconsciously I knew

that . . ."

I snuggled into his embrace and felt his hands

slip into my hair. My face pressed down against his

chest. I heard his heart beating slowly, so slowly--

how fast was a normal heart supposed to beat? "I don't

want a big wedding, Troy. I've changed my mind

about that. We'll slip away from Farthinggale Manor

and have a small private ceremony."