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“My mind is not a book to be opened and rifled through,” Shiro said flatly. “It is a landscape shrouded in a fog I cannot penetrate. No sooner does a memory appear than I lose it again.”
From within the shadows of his gaze, something ancient looked out at her, something wise and cunning and dangerous. Something that whispered to her and called to her soul.
She couldn’t look away from him. That ancient something in his eyes had her, held her, chained her.
“I felt something. Just not memories.”
An arm slipped around her waist, pulling her backward into a warm body. “Did you miss me?” Shiro purred in her ear.
“Shiro.” She wasn’t sure what she’d intended to say, but his name came out in a pleading whisper and even she could hear the longing in it. That was all the answer he needed. His mouth closed over hers and he pushed into her, crushing her against the wall. Every lean, hard plane of his body pressed into her as he kissed her with fierce, undeniable hunger. Heat plunged through her, lighting her on fire.
His voice, full of dark caverns and ancient night skies, slid over her, making her shiver.
“You can’t die now, Emi. I need you with me.”
His hand on her cheek tightened, and then his mouth was covering hers.
“You are more than a body, Emi. You are more than a vessel for someone else’s will and power.” “But I’m the kamigakari.” She shifted her weight, resisting the urge to look away. “It’s my duty—” “To die? To put my life ahead of your own?” His jaw flexed. “Amaterasu may be willing to let you die for her, but I’m not. Don’t you dare choose my survival over yours again.”
“But I know I fear losing you more than anything that might befall me.”
She had given up everything for duty, even her life. But this … this she couldn’t sacrifice, not even to save the world.
