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Автор: Christina Skye
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      Praise for works by

       CHRISTINA SKYE

      TO CATCH A THIEF

      “Fast-paced action, vivid detail, a touch of the paranormal, and hot lovemaking will please readers of adventure romance, while fans of Skye’s Draycott Abbey and Code Name series will enjoy this clever union of the two.”

      —Booklist

      CODE NAME: BIKINI

      “A fun, antic read.”

      —Publishers Weekly

      “Fast-paced action, flashes of humor, and futuristic flavor typify this romantic action-adventure. Fans of the Code Name series will enjoy this delicious addition.”

      —Kristin Ramsdell, Library Journal

      CODE NAME: BLONDIE

      “Romantic thrills and adventure from the expert.”

      —RT Book Reviews

      “Skye is terrific at writing fast-paced adventure romances…a tantalizing addition to the compelling Code Name series.”

      —Booklist

      CODE NAME: BABY

      “Thrilling…fans should eagerly await the next in the series.”

      —Publishers Weekly

      THE DRAYCOTT LEGACY

      “Christina Skye’s delightfully haunting Draycott Abbey tales…pass the test of time, as they remain some of the better romantic fantasies available.”

      —Harriet Klausner

      Christina Skye

      Bound By Dreams

Bound By Dreams

      CONTENTS

      PART ONE

      PROLOGUE

      CHAPTER ONE

      CHAPTER TWO

      CHAPTER THREE

      CHAPTER FOUR

      CHAPTER FIVE

      CHAPTER SIX

      CHAPTER SEVEN

      CHAPTER EIGHT

      CHAPTER NINE

      CHAPTER TEN

      CHAPTER ELEVEN

      CHAPTER TWELVE

      CHAPTER THIRTEEN

      CHAPTER FOURTEEN

      CHAPTER FIFTEEN

      CHAPTER SIXTEEN

      CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

      CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

      CHAPTER NINETEEN

      CHAPTER TWENTY

      CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

      CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

      CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

      CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

      CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

      CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

      CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

      CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

      EPILOGUE

      AUTHOR’S NOTE

PART ONE

      PROLOGUE

      Sussex, England

       Draycott Abbey Summer

      THE NIGHT IS ALIVE, restless with dreams.

      Almost two decades have passed since he walked this soft grass. Touched these worn stones of Draycott Abbey.

      The name flows off his tongue, rich with history. Near his hand a mound of lavender stirs, cool with dew and perfume. The scent he remembers well, along with his hours of peace in the abbey’s shadow.

      Every detail of the great house is branded into his memory.

      For twenty years he has not come back to these green hills. The danger is too great, carrying the threat of what he once was…and can become again.

      The wind draws him to the moat’s edge. He smells the tall grass, feels the brush of young leaves on his skin. Somewhere in the darkness a hunting bird calls sharply.

      The night flows around him. Then the past rushes in with a surge of bitterness. The pain slams down.

      He remembers the betrayal and lost hope. From his innocence had come death.

      His muscles flex. Tendons move, blood sings. Power slides down like swift moonlight spilled across endless seas. The life he’d left behind rushes in, carrying the slap of the wind, the harsh rhythm of an old Gaelic curse.

      He remembers the hammer of callused hands at his neck and then the cold taste of blood.

      His own blood. From wounds that had left him dead, or close enough to call dead.

      He slips off his shoes.

      Thyme and mint crush beneath his feet, just like the last time he was here to visit his oldest friend.

      Sweat glistens on his bare skin. The night is cool, but to him it is warmth enough when the wind calls. Better to run, to hunt. It is safe here, because darkness is his home and haven.

      Roses brush his arm, scenting the air with perfume. His skin burns. The time of power floods through him.

      Muscles flex, changing to match a new shape and all its strength.

      His hands clench. He touches the low iron fence. One hand grips the cool rail as the power snaps. He lets down the final wall, feels the explosion of dark strength that surges through him.

      He remembers another night, too many years ago to count. His first taste of power—and the death it carried. He remembers a boy’s raw, bone-wrenching terror, understanding nothing. That night there had been no control, no confidence, no hope. Only death.

      Old history.

      Dead ashes.

      He mutters an oath and snaps his bond to the past. In silent fury, his body rushes into life, driven by the energy of the hunt. Across the hill he can hear a leaf fall and feel the weight of moonlight on his bare hands.

      Alive.

      More than alive—with such power as no mortal man can know.

      His jacket drops. His clothes fall to the soft earth.

      The abbey is as much of a home as he has ever known, and Calan MacKay feels the power of its welcome as he stands in the night, face to the north. The wind from the woods brings the rich scent of prey and the taste of rain before dawn. He runs, a shadow in the trees. A shadow with keenest sight and unthinkable strength. His muscles gather and stretch. Senses burning.

      Then he is gone, swallowed by the darkness.

      A bird cries. Moon rising.

      Strange footprints dot the mud above the abbey’s moat.

      HE SMELLS HER across the hill.

      A touch of softness. A hint of warmth.

      Woman.

      Her perfume holds soft ginger. Orange. A hint of cinnamon.

      Without looking, he knows her location. Her scent marks every step. Hidden by a mound of lavender, he waits.

      She thinks she is alone. Every step she makes is quick, wary. She is small. Fast. Careful. This