Through the Veil
Found wandering in a field as a child, Lee
Ross was given a name by the state and
placed in a foster home--without anyone
realizing she wasn't entirely human. All her
life, she's tried to dismiss the odd dreams
that have plagued her, dreams of monsters
creeping through the night and a man,
fighting demons by her side. But the bruises
she wakes up with are all too real to ignore
Then the man from dreams appears in the
flesh. His name is Kalen and he insists that
her destiny lies in his world, the world of
her dreams. To save their people, he must
convince Lee to give everything she knows,
follow her heart and cross into the Under
Realm, even though once she does, she'll
never be able to return.
Excerpt
With the pain in her head, puking
would not be a good idea. Not at all. She heard a
sighing sound. Logically, she realized it wasn’t that
loud. It was the same kind of noise somebody made when
they were sleeping—just a heavy little sigh. But it
echoed in her ears like a tortured scream. She wanted
clap her hands over her ears, but even the thought of
touching her head was enough to have her shuddering in
pain.
That sound, though, meant she wasn’t
alone. Not alone meant that maybe there was somebody who
could do something about this pain in her head. And an
explanation wouldn’t be a bad idea, either.
Slowly, she turned her head. A shock
of recognition jolted through her when she saw the hard,
chiseled lines of the man whose face had haunted her
subconscious and appeared in so much of her work.
Did going insane hurt? Because that
was the best explanation she could come up with. She was
seeing a guy that only existed in her work and in her
dreams. If insanity hurt, that could certainly explain
the pain in her head.
Everything about him was exactly as
he appeared when she reproduced that hawklike visage on
her work pad. The arched sweeping brows, the black silk
of the hair that framed his face, hard sensual lips,
relaxed ever so slightly in sleep. Even the small scar
that bisected his chin.
Her eyes moved back to his mouth, and
she briefly wondered what he tasted like. And then
memory from yesterday slammed into her. The voices in
her head. The mirror. The field, so empty and desolate,
and him. The feel of his hair in her hands, on her body,
the hard, unyielding press of his mouth against hers,
and his taste.
Like a digital image, it was crystal
clear in her mind, every last memory. Insanity wouldn’t
be this vivid, would it…she wondered.
The thick black fan of his lashes
lifted. Even before she found herself staring into the
molten silver, she knew his eyes would be that color.
“This is really happening,” she said, keeping her voice
level, trying very hard not to sound like she had the
screaming meemies.
Which of course, she did, but she
refused to let anybody else know that.
