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Edward-

I hadn't planned on possessing her beautiful body, yet when I started touching her and she responded, things went beyond my control. Caught up in the moment, I gave myself over, using her gasps and whimpers as a guide. Soon we were both floating away, carried to another time and place.

Still buried to the hilt, I growled and snapped as rapture tore at my veins, cooling the fire in my blood. Finding her hand, I laced my fingers with hers, squeezing until I felt hers flex against mine. "Close your eyes and come with me."

Her singsong reply tickled the lonely spot inside me. "Where are we going?"

"Any place you like. Where is your favorite place on earth?"

"The beach."

Just like that, a vision of sandy shores appeared sparkling diamonds twinkling under the bright warm sun. Seagulls flew overhead cawing as they searched for their dinner, the smell of saltwater assaulting our senses.

Her brow drew tight as she looked around in wonder. "How are you doing this? Where are we?"

"Whitehaven Beach, Whitsundays, Australia, arguably the most beautiful beach in the world. The water is so clear and blue, you can see straight to the bottom."

Confusion creased the corners of her mouth as she looked around before her gaze returned to mine. As a breeze blew her hair floated around her shoulders, and I caressed the line of her jaw. Extending my arm, I said, "After you, unless you would prefer someplace else."

Curiously she glanced at the waves lapping at the shore. "What if I said I wanted to go to Spain or Rome?"

I shrugged. "We could go anywhere you like. Would you prefer Spain or Rome?"

Slowly, she shook her head, her attention returning to me. "No. But I don't understand how you're doing this? Who are you and why can't I see you anymore?"

"You can see me now, right? All you have to do is close your eyes, and I'm right here."

She blew a small breath and she scanned the beach, tentatively taking a step forward. When I remained in place, watching her go, she glanced over her shoulder. "Aren't you coming?"

My lashes dropped as the same thrill splashed through me when I followed her around town. "I'm just taking a moment to appreciate the chase for a moment longer."

"I think the chase ended a couple of days ago." She stopped, her toes curling in the warm sand. "Why did you leave me alone in the garden? I felt like such an idiot. And how are you here, but not here?"

I knew the answers to her questions would do one of two things. She would either be mortified or—or … Hell, there wasn't an or. She was going to be petrified of me, how could she not?

Taking her hand in mine, I pulled her under a palm tree and sank into the shade. Easily, I arranged for her to sit before me, letting my arm wrap around her waist. "I wasn't exactly given a choice about what happened that night." Clearing my throat, I couldn't quite meet her eyes as I said, "M-my father came to get me. I didn't have a choice but to go."

It was the truth. I might have free will but I couldn't battle his power. While it was beyond my control, the thought sickened me.

She looked skeptical. My hand stroked down the curve of her hip, knowing I wasn't getting out of anything. As ludicrous and crazy as my truth was, I'd have to explain.

Taking a deep breath, I decided to plunge forward. "I was created in my father's image to spread his work to the world. Apparently, I'm a huge disappointment, failing to wreak the havoc he'd anticipated."

She was still in my arms. "What are you talking about? Are you some religious person? How could you be while you were stalking me? You were stalking me, right?"

Clearing my throat, I took a breath as I attempted to explain, falling short several times my mouth snapped shut. Finally, I whispered, "I'm not exactly religious. I'm on the opposite end of the spectrum. And yes, I was stalking you. I was put here to create fear, scare people. I never really allowed it to go so far. I crossed a line when I let you see me. Something I've never done before."

Her cheeks paled and her lips parted in surprise. "You've done this before? You've preyed on women? You've followed them around, and what exactly? Do you sleep with all of your—wait! Did you say put here? What does that mean, precisely? Who put you here?"

It was safest to answer one question at a time, especially when she sounded so horrified. "Yes. I was stalking you." Clearing my throat, my nostrils flared as acid burned on my tongue with my admission. "I have done it before, but I've never let myself be seen or noticed. You were the first. I just couldn't help myself. As I said, I crossed an invisible line. I wasn't supposed to care."

I could see her confusion. Then she shook her head. "I don't really—."

"I'm not who or what you think I am," I admitted, feeling the truth scorching my tongue. The aggravation of the situation was getting the better of me, and my jaw clenched, a growl rumbling in my throat. "I wasn't given a choice and you have to know this isn't what I would've chosen. There are pieces of me I enjoy very much, pieces I have no desire to change. If I could change how I came to be I-I would without hesitation. I just can't."

"What are you saying, Edward? Just plain English, no bullshit."

She pulled away from me, putting several inches between us. She looked frightened, scared and an unnatural satisfaction welled within. The part of my father I would never escape. The part of my blood, my destiny, I enjoyed.

When I didn't immediately speak, she repeated, "Who are you? Who is your father?"

I felt the darkness overtake me until my eyes flamed with equal parts shame and pleasure. "I just want to start by saying I am dangerous. Everything about me is created to lure you in. My face, the sound of my voice, the way I smell …"

Her words were barely audible as she asked, "Who are you?"

"It's not who am I. It's what I am," I corrected, finding this more difficult than I could've imagined, the words escaping me.

"What are you?" She asked, climbing to her feet, her wide eyes never wavering as she fought for understanding.

"M-my father—my father is …" This was a huge mistake. She would never understand. There weren't enough words to make her understand. Seeing no escape, I closed my eyes trying to hide from the horror starting to edge her expression. "My father is Lucifer."

"T-that—t-that would make you …" Her voice trailed off and before I could respond, she turned on her heel and fled.

I couldn't let her go. I just couldn't. Leaping to my feet I chased after her.

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