"Run where you will, Yully. I'll find you."
"I don't know what to think about that," she admitted.
"Consider it a fact."
"And when my father finds you lurking in the bushes beneath my window?"
He released her and pulled free the necklace around his neck. Yully eased away as he placed it around her neck. She touched it, as thrilled to wear his symbol as she had been her father's. She lifted both coins and looked down.
"The stars in the center mark the generation of an immortal's bloodline. One being the first."
"You're third generation," she said.
"The oldest. The first two generations are extinct, from a time before time. Admittedly, I'm the youngest of the oldest immortals and the only immortal on Earth of my generation."
"My father is fifth generation," she mused.
"Another ancient bloodline. There are few of us. Anyway, this is to remind you there's always a safe place for you, whenever you're ready."
"Thank you." She squeezed the coins in her hand. "I have to go."
He kissed her forehead and stepped away.
Yully left him in the cottage, tugging the door closed behind her. She turned and gasped, staring at the large man before her. He was dressed in black, and his chiseled features and striking blue eyes were perfect enough to have been sculptured. For a long moment, she thought he was there to kill her, with his severe look and the ready stance.
His gaze dropped to the necklaces at her neck before he stepped aside. She fled around him and into the car, locking the doors and speeding away from the cottage.
* * * "Really, Jule?"
Jule chuckled. He'd sensed the arrival of his brother just before Yully left the cottage. Dusty slammed the door behind him and entered the living room, his sharp gaze taking in every dark corner before he sat. The man looked like an ancient Greek prince with blond hair and chiseled features.
"I figured you'd never settle for a woman," Dusty said. "Especially that one."
"I don't think we control it," Jule replied, looking him over. "You're pretty well armed for a social visit."
"You just put me in an awkward position."
Jule studied him. "You came to kill her."
"The Watchers paid a visit to Damian. Little bastards said she had to die. They wanted your head, too, but Damian set 'em straight," Dusty replied. "But yes, I came to kill her, until I saw the medallion."