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been a vampire, but this isn't the Stone Ages."
Any
romantic notions he'd had just minutes earlier were dashed by her staring down
at him with her hands on her hips and her impudent mouth set firmly in a scowl.
Oh, he'd met a woman like her before, long ago.
Terek
stood and looked down into her stubborn eyes. God, she so reminded him of that
one soul in the world who'd possessed him heart, mind, and body all those
centuries ago.
"I
see you have a typical Spanish temper. Well, don't worry. I'm patient."
As
he watched her walk off in a huff, he smiled. Yes, he'd known another Spanish
beauty like her. And if he didn't watch out, he'd end up as he had with that
one.
Chapter Seven
Looking
out toward the hills in the distance as the sun climbed high into the sky, Mateo
sat down under a shade tree, content to let the sheep graze in the midday heat
while he napped. A morning's hard work had made him tired, and the late spring
heat wore on his body. A short nap wouldn't hurt, and the sheep would be fine
without him.
Sweat
ran from his brow as the temperature rose, but the shade felt cool on his skin.
Leaning against the rough bark of the tree's trunk, he inhaled the sweet smell
of the season and closed his eyes.
Dreams
played out in his mind as he slept—dreams of a time long past in a place he'd
never seen where men and women so foreign to him lived in the shadows. Where
gods and demons stood side-by-side, friends by kind and birth.
He'd
dreamed these images nightly for years, at first dreading the time each day
when the sun set and his simple bed called him to slumber. But as the dreams
visited him again and again, they began to comfort him, as if they were
memories long forgotten but entrusted to only him.
Opening
his eyes, he adjusted his sight to the brightness, wondering how long he'd
slept. Above, the sun still held reign over the sky, and he guessed he hadn't
lost too much of the day to the fancies of his mind. Reluctantly, he rose and
began the task of rounding up his flock.
The
sun had begun its descent by the time he'd reached home, a small cottage humble
in its surroundings. What it lacked in splendor, however, it more than made up
for in love. Married to the only woman he'd ever loved, he lived for the touch
of her hand on him, for the love she gave him, no matter how unworthy a man he
was for one like her.
Just
the mere sight of her made him weak, as if one glance toward him controlled the
movement and strength of his very limbs. Younger than he, she wielded power
over his heart and soul like a deity from ancient times. One word of her
unhappiness was enough to cut him to the core.
He
knew this was no way for a devout believer in God to think. The Church told of
men possessed by the sins of lust and obsession who burned in the fires of Hell
for feeling similar desires. The thought haunted him, but he couldn't believe
the love he felt for Eva could be anything but a precious gift from God meant
to be cherished, not scorned in fear.
How
could such a perfect happiness be anything but a gift from heaven?
With
the sheep in their pens, his work was done for the day and he yearned to see
her again. As he reached home, his legs ached from walking, but the sight of
her awaiting his return made him forget the pain of a sheep herder.
"Mateo,
are the sheep in for the night?" Eva asked as she met him at the cottage
door.
He
placed a kiss on her cheek and nodded. "Where they belong. And now I am
where I belong."
Mateo
sat quietly in the darkness as Eva lay sleeping beside him. His dreams had
awakened him, their fantastic images stirring him from sleep. The darkness of
his dreams intrigued him and made him question if he was the only soul visited
by them.
The
touch of Eva's hand on his startled him from his thoughts. Turning toward her,
he smiled. "Forgive me if I woke you."
"The
dreams again?"
The
only person on Earth who he'd told about the visions that made up his sleep,
she
Any
romantic notions he'd had just minutes earlier were dashed by her staring down
at him with her hands on her hips and her impudent mouth set firmly in a scowl.
Oh, he'd met a woman like her before, long ago.
Terek
stood and looked down into her stubborn eyes. God, she so reminded him of that
one soul in the world who'd possessed him heart, mind, and body all those
centuries ago.
"I
see you have a typical Spanish temper. Well, don't worry. I'm patient."
As
he watched her walk off in a huff, he smiled. Yes, he'd known another Spanish
beauty like her. And if he didn't watch out, he'd end up as he had with that
one.
Chapter Seven
Looking
out toward the hills in the distance as the sun climbed high into the sky, Mateo
sat down under a shade tree, content to let the sheep graze in the midday heat
while he napped. A morning's hard work had made him tired, and the late spring
heat wore on his body. A short nap wouldn't hurt, and the sheep would be fine
without him.
Sweat
ran from his brow as the temperature rose, but the shade felt cool on his skin.
Leaning against the rough bark of the tree's trunk, he inhaled the sweet smell
of the season and closed his eyes.
Dreams
played out in his mind as he slept—dreams of a time long past in a place he'd
never seen where men and women so foreign to him lived in the shadows. Where
gods and demons stood side-by-side, friends by kind and birth.
He'd
dreamed these images nightly for years, at first dreading the time each day
when the sun set and his simple bed called him to slumber. But as the dreams
visited him again and again, they began to comfort him, as if they were
memories long forgotten but entrusted to only him.
Opening
his eyes, he adjusted his sight to the brightness, wondering how long he'd
slept. Above, the sun still held reign over the sky, and he guessed he hadn't
lost too much of the day to the fancies of his mind. Reluctantly, he rose and
began the task of rounding up his flock.
The
sun had begun its descent by the time he'd reached home, a small cottage humble
in its surroundings. What it lacked in splendor, however, it more than made up
for in love. Married to the only woman he'd ever loved, he lived for the touch
of her hand on him, for the love she gave him, no matter how unworthy a man he
was for one like her.
Just
the mere sight of her made him weak, as if one glance toward him controlled the
movement and strength of his very limbs. Younger than he, she wielded power
over his heart and soul like a deity from ancient times. One word of her
unhappiness was enough to cut him to the core.
He
knew this was no way for a devout believer in God to think. The Church told of
men possessed by the sins of lust and obsession who burned in the fires of Hell
for feeling similar desires. The thought haunted him, but he couldn't believe
the love he felt for Eva could be anything but a precious gift from God meant
to be cherished, not scorned in fear.
How
could such a perfect happiness be anything but a gift from heaven?
With
the sheep in their pens, his work was done for the day and he yearned to see
her again. As he reached home, his legs ached from walking, but the sight of
her awaiting his return made him forget the pain of a sheep herder.
"Mateo,
are the sheep in for the night?" Eva asked as she met him at the cottage
door.
He
placed a kiss on her cheek and nodded. "Where they belong. And now I am
where I belong."
Mateo
sat quietly in the darkness as Eva lay sleeping beside him. His dreams had
awakened him, their fantastic images stirring him from sleep. The darkness of
his dreams intrigued him and made him question if he was the only soul visited
by them.
The
touch of Eva's hand on his startled him from his thoughts. Turning toward her,
he smiled. "Forgive me if I woke you."
"The
dreams again?"
The
only person on Earth who he'd told about the visions that made up his sleep,
she
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