amarinda jones

Amargein Carrick watched as Sorcha, the housekeeper of Cathaoir Keep slammed the door shut behind her and swore furiously.
“You lousy bastard of a house,” she spat out, her eyes searching the room. “You knew I wanted my freedom. I've been here two long years.”
Yes, Amargein Carrick certainly knew she wanted to be free—as did he—but release wasn't something he could give her or have himself. She knew that. They were both trapped by genetics and heritage. He walked towards her. She couldn’t see him. He was invisible to her. In some ways it made it exciting to see, yet not be seen. In others? It was pure frustration to not be able to stand before the woman he desired and declare himself to her. Has it really only been two years? I feel like I have been with Sorcha forever.
“I know you're there, Vampire. Why hide from me?’ She turned around in a slow, watchful circle. "Why are you so scared to break from the chains the house has on you?"
He chuckled at her words. No one, Sorcha Tierney included, scared him. That she was as aware of him as he was her gave his lonely existence meaning. As for breaking away? "If only I could." He was as trapped as she was.
He watched as she dumped her suitcase on the floor and kicked it several times. He smiled, enjoying the passion of this woman, his gaze roaming over the lush curves of her body as he walked around her.
“What do you want?" She asked the room.
“You.”