Undeniable (Undeniable series) by Kimberly Claire

a both threatening and caring way, if there is such a thing. Reopening the wound I lean down eyeing him the whole time as his blood floods my senses.
    Memories flood me , but these memories are not my own.
    I watch him as a young boy from an ancient village running towards his mother. He cannot be more than five years old and even at this age I can tell it is Beau. “Mama, mama!” He says in a language I’ve never heard before, but yet strangely understand. His mother is beautiful with both his nose and his features, but not the same eyes.
    “What is it my brave boy ,” she smiles down at him with such love. Beau’s face lights up by his mother’s words and slowly he opens his hand showing her what I cannot see from this angle. Her face changes in an instant as she shakes Beau’s hands hard enough that the object falls from his small hands and onto the dirt floor below. “Where did you find that?!” She says pointing down at it now and I still can’t see it. Beau says nothing and looks as if he is on the verge of tears with the way his eyes are glazed over.
    Quickly she wra ps him in her arms humming a tune to him that immediately stops his tears and even has me calmed. “It’s very important for you to tell mommy where you found this.” She says as sweetly as she talked to him before she had seen what he held in his hands, but the words don’t match her eyes.
    “By the river ,” he says and she quickly turns away from him running towards a man in the distance. Walking over to the very confused Beau, I watch his youthful face before I look down at the object that has stirred such emotion from his mother. A bronze broach with striking crystals that resembles an unearthly city. His mother and the man she ran to begin screaming at each other. Her arms go up in the air over her head as she continues to shout with such passion. Beau’s breathing becomes heavy and I turn to look down at him. His eyes that where filled with unshed tears, that not that long ago held in this eyes, are now coming down his cheeks like a flood. I want to wrap my arms around the little boy to make him feel better like his mother did, but when I go to touch him my hand goes right threw him. It’s as if I’m a ghost and not really there. Beau turns around and runs back into the woods and with him the memory.
    When I open my eyes again I’m back in the room I was in just a moment ago. “Gemma ,” Beau says wiping away at the tear that has come from my eye. I’m still just so wrapped up with what I just saw that I didn’t even realized that I was on the verge of tears myself.
    “I saw you ,” I say backing away from his hand and his touch. “You were a boy and your mother…” I say rubbing my temples.
    “What did you see?” He asks eyes wide as he forces his way to me.
    “I saw you as a small boy and you showed your mother this broach you found by a river. She seemed mad, maybe even scared. Was that one of your memories?” I say watching him as he looks at me as I just preformed an unbelievable magic trick.
    “Yes ,” he says getting up to pace beside my bed and I’ve just noticed how much better I feel. “No one can just share memories like that, not even with a destined. I’ve seen others drink from our blood and never have memories been shared.” He rubs one of the pressure points on my hand easing some of my tension as I try to even my breathing.
    Then it hits me and I look at him baffled by his presents. “You are really real.” I breathe reaching out to him again, but catching myself this time pulling my hand back to my side. “Were you following me?” I ask letting whatever I’m thinking flow from my lips. My mood is all over the place.
    He grins at me with a knowing smile letting the blood exchange go for the moment. “I had to make sure you were okay.” He runs a hand down my arm. “You know you have a very dangerous job, but also very interesting,” and I can feel how proud he is of me.
    “What do you