Darkangel, Christine Pope [ebook reader screen .txt] 📗

do anything, only stared at the plain little room, at the oddly masterful paintings of canyons and mountains and high desert hills on the walls. Then I went over to the bed and fell rather than sat down on it, my head spinning.

Connor Wilcox was the man I’d been dreaming of since I was sixteen years old. He’d awakened the prima’s fire within me, but it wasn’t completely alive. Not yet. We would have to be together fully as man and woman for that to take place. I couldn’t let it happen, though, not here in the heart of their territory. That would mean my powers would belong to the Wilcoxes, and not the McAllisters.

I would have to find some way to resist him.

I just didn’t know how.

The story continues in Darknight, Book 2 of the Witches of Cleopatra Hill, and concludes in Darkmoon, Book 3 of the Witches of Cleopatra Hill trilogy.