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“I am Gregori, Jacques.�� Gregori’s voice was power itself, yet soft and soothing. “A healer for our people.��
Shea was lying across Jacques, her head on his shoulder, her eyes closed. She groaned�� a low, husky sound that added fuel to Jacques�� rage. His fingers brushed the dark smudges along her swollen throat, and he turned a murderous gaze on Mikhail.
“Leave us alone.�� Her voice was barely a whisper, hoarse and raw. She did not open her eyes or try to move.
“I can help him,�� Gregori persisted, using his same compelling tone. The woman was so obviously the key to reaching Jacques. It was in the way he held her, the protective posture of his body, the way his eyes moved possessively, even tenderly, over her face. His hands were continually caressing her, stroking her hair, her skin.
At the underlying command in Gregori’s beautiful voice, her long eyelashes lifted, and she studied his face. He was savagely beautiful, a blend of elegance and untamed beast. He looked more dangerous than the other two strangers did. Shea made an effort to swallow, but it hurt. “You look like an ax murderer to me.��
This one has brains. Mikhail’s soft laughter echoed in Gregori’s head. She sees beyond that handsome face of yours.
You are so funny, ancient one. Gregori deliberately reminded him of the quarter of a century difference in their ages.”
― Christine Feehan, Dark Desire

“Your consciousness is on a wider journey then only this tiny world Rami. You are a messenger of infinite Spirit, Light, Love, and Manifestation within all worlds....”
― Leland Lewis, Angelic Tales of The Universe. Tale 1. The Ancient Woman, The Secret Cave