Seven Forbidden Arts #3
He is known as the Weatherman. Lann Dréan is the last of his kind. A price on his head, chased for a power he should not possess, he can’t promise any woman forever. All he can offer Katherine White is thirty days of passion. But his uncontainable desire comes with an unforeseen price. Lann’s lust will cost Kat her life. Now he’ll do anything to save her from the fate he has brought upon her.
Release Date: July 2, 2015
The air in the flat was thick, not cool like when he was around. It had been two weeks since he had left her, and Katherine White swore she had lost her ability to breathe. All she wanted to do now was be sick. Fittingly. Her body was in withdrawal. What she needed was Lann Dréan’s touch. But she had signed a contract not to contact him after thirty days. That was all he had promised to give her. A month of the most incredible sex of her life.
“Come on, Kat,” Diana said, “you’ve been cooped up in here for two weeks. Come out for dinner with us. It’ll be fun.”
Kat swallowed down bile, trying not to vomit.
“Enrico won’t mind.”
“I’ll just stay here with my head in the toilet,” Kat said, not looking at her roommate.
“Kat...” Diana crouched down next to her on the bathroom floor. “You haven’t been well since ... well, since you know when.” She wiped Kat’s hair from her wet forehead. “I’m just trying to help.”
“I’m in no condition to go out, never mind eat. Besides, I’ve got to work. I’m behind with my research.”
Diana straightened and rested her hands on her hips. “Is that maybe because you haven’t been back to his library?”
Kat rolled her eyes at Diana’s determination not to speak Lann’s name, as if that was going to prevent Kat from missing him.
“There are other libraries, you know,” Kat said.
“Yeah.” Diana gave her a condemning look. “But not with the same material. Not with what you need. Besides, you haven’t been to any of those other libraries either. You haven’t been anywhere since he left.”
“You and Enrico go and have fun. I—”
The wave of nausea Kat had been fighting broke. She emptied her tummy, the little of what she could stomach at lunch, into the toilet.
When only dry heaves remained, Diana handed her a wet wipe and patted her shoulder.
Kat supported her back against the bathtub. “I’ve never had a tummy bug that lasted for seven days.”
“Kat?” Diana’s voice was soft. “I think you should consider an alternative reason for your condition.”
“Like what? Can’t be food poisoning. It doesn’t last this long. And I don’t have a fever.”
Diana sat down next to her. “I was thinking along the lines of doing a pregnancy test.”
Kat looked up quickly. “Impossible. I told you he’s infertile.”
“You haven’t had your period, Kat.”
“I’m never regular. Lann wouldn’t lie to me. I trust him. Utterly.”
Diana shrugged. “Then it can’t hurt to do one.”
“That’s crazy. Impossible.”
“Alright.” Diana got to her feet again. “Tell you what, I’ll stay in with you tonight. I’ll heat up some tomato soup, as that’s all you seem to tolerate these days, and we’ll watch a movie on TV. But before that, I’m going to the pharmacy.”
* * * *
Half an hour later, Kat sat on the closed lid of the toilet. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and didn’t recognize herself. Her usually tanned skin was pale now, making her eyes appear bluer than normal, and her red hair was a tangled mess that fell to her waist. This wasn’t the girl who had welcomed Lann into her life just over a month ago. That person was in charge of her life, knew what she wanted and where she was headed. What looked back at her, this washed-out version of herself, was the woman he had walked out on.
Diana touched her shoulder. “Kat?”
She trembled. “It can’t be. It’s wrong.”
“Girlfriend,” Diana took her hand, “you’ve done two tests. They can’t both be wrong.”
“But why would he have lied to me?” Kat jumped up. “He isn’t like that.”
“Maybe he’s not like you think he is,” Diana said sternly. She hugged her friend. “Come. We’ll work it out. First things first. Let’s go make you something to eat. You must be starving.”
In the kitchen, Kat took a seat by the table, her head in her hands, while Diana heated a tin of tomato soup in a casserole on the stove.
“What will you do?” Diana said, her voice sympathetic.
“I have to do a blood test to be sure. If it’s positive, I’ll have to tell him.”
What Kat didn’t say was that she didn’t need the blood test to be sure. Deep down, she already knew the truth she tried so hard to deny. She was pregnant. It didn’t make sense, and yet, it did. They hadn’t used protection because Lann told her he was infertile. If he only wanted a thirty-day fling, why would he lie?
“You could just say nothing if you never want to see him again,” Diana offered.
Kat shook her head. “No. He has a right to know. And I have a right to answers.”
She didn’t go back on her word or break her contracts, but this was an exceptional condition. She picked up her phone.
“What are you doing?” Diana said.
Kat dialed Alfonso’s number. Lann’s butler answered with, “Miss?”
“Alfonso, I need to speak to Lann. Can you please give me his number in New York?”
This wasn’t something one did over the phone, but given the circumstances, she didn’t have a choice. He was probably having a good time back home. Maybe he had already offered another woman a thirty-day trial with a no-strings-attached clause.
“In fact,” Alfonso said slowly, “sir will be back here on Friday, just for a couple of days, if miss wishes to see him.”
Her mouth fell open. He was coming back? Without telling her? He wanted to slip in and out of Santiago without her knowledge. How could he?
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“Shall I give sir a message?”
“No. No, thank you.”
She ended the call.
“You’re better off staying away from him,” Diana said, pointing the wooden spoon at her. “He’s trouble of the kind that can destroy a girl’s life.”
Too late. If Diana only knew... Kat was already in way over her head.