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"We live three to four hundred years."
Her lower jaw dropped. "How old are you?"
"Thirty. My people believe we should find our soul mates early in life, before we
become set in our ways so we can grow together."
He made the idea sound so appealing, she had to know more. "How many people live
in New Atlantis?"
"A few thousand. Maybe another five hundred of us are traveling in your world." He
glanced at her again, his eyes darkening with an emotion she couldn't read. "You're no
longer worried that I'd hurt you, are you?"
She hadn't thought about dying except for lack of having him. The powerful needs
racing through her simply had to be induced by stress not the notion he was the
perfect man for her. "You said I would die if I don't succeed. That's pretty harsh."
"So you don't trust me?"
"Let's see. You impersonated my pilot, flew my plane off course and crashed it,
virtually holding me prisoner on a deserted island where there are no supplies. Do you
think I should trust you?"
Her tone was sarcastic, but oddly, she did trust him at least to not hurt her
physically unless one counted dying slowly from arousal. She was almost shaking
with the need to touch him. For him to touch her.
He laughed, the tone deep and knowing. "Since you still don't trust me, I suppose I
won't feel too bad about destroying your SOS in the sand."
She frowned, spun around, and placed her fists on her hips, about to yell at him, when
he grew a long flat tail that reached the sand behind him, effectively silencing her. He
strode over to her SOS, his steps tracing her lettering. As he walked, his tail swished
over the sand, the back-and-forth motion wiping out hours of her work in just a few
minutes.
Furious with him and furious with herself that, despite his actions, she still wanted to
make love to him, she stomped off to search the beach for driftwood in a direction she
had yet to explore. Damn him. She hated the way he toyed with her emotions, one
moment acting friendly and concerned, the next a calculating bastard. Ari and the
sexual tension he generated kept throwing her off balance.
Or maybe she shouldn't be blaming him for her vacillating feelings. Even as a part of
her wanted nothing to do with him, she couldn't discount her physical reaction but
her reaction wasn't just lust. She could have handled lust. She couldn't so easily
dismiss their swim, how he'd carefully stayed near the shore in order to make her feel
secure, how he hadn't dived deep, how he seemed to care about her safety and her
feelings.
Too many hours had passed for her to still question whether her coffee had been
drugged. If it had, any mind-altering effect would have worn off by now. And while
her doubts that he could shape-shift no longer lingered, she had plenty of concerns
over her ability to shape-shift.
But most of all, her maddening, ferocious attraction to him made her less certain of
herself than she'd ever been before. She didn't want to face the possibility that his
dream of a soul mate, his dream of her, had been accurate. That she remained
fascinated by him despite the fact that one moment he was giving her a marvelous
ride through the ocean, playfully splashing her, the next destroying her hard work
worried her. The man most definitely had an agenda, and she didn't believe he would
hurt her, but it was her own reactions she didn't trust.
So what did she want? Did she want him to teach her how to shape-shift? If she could
do it, her entire life would change. While learning to shape-shift might be the only
way she'd escape this island, if she succeeded, would that really mean she'd found her
soul mate?
Chapter Four
While Ari admired Samantha's strong will to live and escape the island, her survival
efforts were distracting her from his task to teach her how to shape-shift, but she
intrigued him. One moment she looked as if she wanted to tackle him on the sand and
have her way with him, the next she shut down into her business mode. Clearly
Samantha didn't fully believe or trust him, but the complex body alterations took a
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