her mother give her one last look before scurrying away with her father into the inn.
Her hands shook as she reached down for her water jar. She didn’t care if she had to come back later when the well was more crowded. She needed to leave.
“Allow me, my dear Rebecca.”
She shivered at the way Lucifer said her name. He smiled down at her.
Standing behind him, Baka’s eyes traveled her body, and again she felt as if were stripping away her clothes. She hunched her shoulders protectively and shifted away from him when he approached her. He walked behind her and she felt his hot breath on her neck.
“This one is not worthy of your time,” he said. “Not even her own father can bear the sight of her.”
“I beg to disagree. My friend seems to be quite fond of her.” Empty grey eyes focused on her, and she shivered when his lips curled slowly into a smile.
Turning his attention to Baka, he gazed deeply into his eyes and in a low, melodic voice he said, “You will forget this encounter. Leave us.”
Rebecca blinked in surprise at the expression on Baka’s face. It changed from deep anger to blankness. The last time she had seen it was when Raphael convinced him to instruct his army not to attack the outcasts and to assist in moving them to another location.
Baka bowed his head. “Of course.”
“Well now, it appears Baka still hasn’t gotten over Raphael stealing you from him.” He handed the water jar to her when Baka was gone. “Why don’t I fill this with water for you?”
“No, thank you. I can manage.”
When she took hold of the jar, Lucifer placed his hand over hers and leaned in. Grey eyes gazed deeply into hers, and in the same tone he had used with Baka, he whispered, “Did Raphael and Jeremiel leave this morning?”
His breath lingered over her skin and she felt herself grow numb. Her mind felt like it was filling with dark smoke and the crowds of people around her disappeared. His face blurred in and out of her vision. Her head pounded, muffling the noises in the city. She could hardly think straight.
“Yes.” The voice that answered did not sound like her own.
“Are you alone?”
The question echoed through her mind. It was as if Lucifer’s voice was coming from within her.
“Yes.”
“Let me come with you,” the voice in her head whispered. “We can get to know each other . . . better.”
The mist grew thicker and she shook her head, trying to clear it. She could feel Lucifer getting closer to her, his heat emanating off of his body.
“Rebeccaaaa. Let me come with you,” he repeated. “You and I can be together.”
No!
She felt herself drowning. She felt compelled to answer him, to obey his wishes. Just when she was about to answer, she heard a man calling out to them.
“Lucifer, Rebecca. Where are Jeremiel and Raphael? I was hoping to run into them today.”
The mist began to lift and she could see Uriel approaching them.
Lucifer gripped her arm and whispered. “You will forget this.”
“I meant to come by last week but I got held up in Jericho by a lovely young woman.” He winked and elbowed Lucifer.
“Uriel,” he greeted, his voice sounding irritated.
“Rebecca? What’s wrong?” Uriel asked.
Rebecca shook her head, but the fog in her mind still hung heavy. “I-I-I must go. I am not feeling well.”
“Was it something I said?” Uriel’s voice was the last thing she heard as she pushed through the crowd.
Blindly, she ran through the city gates. With each step she took, her mind became clearer. When she finally reached home, she shut the door and sank to the ground with her back against it, gasping for air. She tried to remember what had happened. All she could remember was feeling cold and Lucifer telling Baka to leave. She felt unclean, and she didn’t know why.
***
W hen her breathing was back to normal, Rebecca decided to do some weaving. She climbed up the stone steps to the second floor of the house and into a small room. She loved
Her hands shook as she reached down for her water jar. She didn’t care if she had to come back later when the well was more crowded. She needed to leave.
“Allow me, my dear Rebecca.”
She shivered at the way Lucifer said her name. He smiled down at her.
Standing behind him, Baka’s eyes traveled her body, and again she felt as if were stripping away her clothes. She hunched her shoulders protectively and shifted away from him when he approached her. He walked behind her and she felt his hot breath on her neck.
“This one is not worthy of your time,” he said. “Not even her own father can bear the sight of her.”
“I beg to disagree. My friend seems to be quite fond of her.” Empty grey eyes focused on her, and she shivered when his lips curled slowly into a smile.
Turning his attention to Baka, he gazed deeply into his eyes and in a low, melodic voice he said, “You will forget this encounter. Leave us.”
Rebecca blinked in surprise at the expression on Baka’s face. It changed from deep anger to blankness. The last time she had seen it was when Raphael convinced him to instruct his army not to attack the outcasts and to assist in moving them to another location.
Baka bowed his head. “Of course.”
“Well now, it appears Baka still hasn’t gotten over Raphael stealing you from him.” He handed the water jar to her when Baka was gone. “Why don’t I fill this with water for you?”
“No, thank you. I can manage.”
When she took hold of the jar, Lucifer placed his hand over hers and leaned in. Grey eyes gazed deeply into hers, and in the same tone he had used with Baka, he whispered, “Did Raphael and Jeremiel leave this morning?”
His breath lingered over her skin and she felt herself grow numb. Her mind felt like it was filling with dark smoke and the crowds of people around her disappeared. His face blurred in and out of her vision. Her head pounded, muffling the noises in the city. She could hardly think straight.
“Yes.” The voice that answered did not sound like her own.
“Are you alone?”
The question echoed through her mind. It was as if Lucifer’s voice was coming from within her.
“Yes.”
“Let me come with you,” the voice in her head whispered. “We can get to know each other . . . better.”
The mist grew thicker and she shook her head, trying to clear it. She could feel Lucifer getting closer to her, his heat emanating off of his body.
“Rebeccaaaa. Let me come with you,” he repeated. “You and I can be together.”
No!
She felt herself drowning. She felt compelled to answer him, to obey his wishes. Just when she was about to answer, she heard a man calling out to them.
“Lucifer, Rebecca. Where are Jeremiel and Raphael? I was hoping to run into them today.”
The mist began to lift and she could see Uriel approaching them.
Lucifer gripped her arm and whispered. “You will forget this.”
“I meant to come by last week but I got held up in Jericho by a lovely young woman.” He winked and elbowed Lucifer.
“Uriel,” he greeted, his voice sounding irritated.
“Rebecca? What’s wrong?” Uriel asked.
Rebecca shook her head, but the fog in her mind still hung heavy. “I-I-I must go. I am not feeling well.”
“Was it something I said?” Uriel’s voice was the last thing she heard as she pushed through the crowd.
Blindly, she ran through the city gates. With each step she took, her mind became clearer. When she finally reached home, she shut the door and sank to the ground with her back against it, gasping for air. She tried to remember what had happened. All she could remember was feeling cold and Lucifer telling Baka to leave. She felt unclean, and she didn’t know why.
***
W hen her breathing was back to normal, Rebecca decided to do some weaving. She climbed up the stone steps to the second floor of the house and into a small room. She loved
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