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higher. The movement caused her robe to slip from one shoulder. He did stop his pacing to look at her, but amusement sparkled in his eyes instead of homage. Shaila seethed.
    “Yes, and they also said that the hot desert winds were like your breath. Pleasant description, don’t you think?”
    She nearly exploded with the indignity. This human who admitted that he was not the pharaoh needed a lesson in manners. Gathering a small bundle of energy, she mentally pushed it toward the man. It was not large enough to throw him against a wall, but it was enough to knock him back on his heels.
    “ Do you mock me? Do you know who I am? I am descended of the Great Dragon Queen. I carry the bloodline of succession.” Now they were getting somewhere. His eyes had changed to surprise and…distrust. This warranted a deeper look. “Have you lost your sense of honor to your gods?”
    “Not our gods, honey. Humans stopped believing in your divinity a couple thousand years ago.” He moved toward her until his face was inches from hers. “You’ve been replaced.”
    This time, she saw in detail the golden flecks in his brown eyes. Through their dark centers, she could see into his soul. His aura, the energy trail around him, was strong but enveloped with the pain of loss. Darius jerked the robe back over her shoulder.
    “Replaced?” She wondered what exactly he meant by that. What had happened to her kind? What would that mean for her? For the prophecy? Where was her priest? More importantly…where was the child?
    Shaila was filled with questions, but she could not be certain of how much should she reveal to these men. Darius wore the Eye of Ra , but that did not mean he would be an ally. He would not be an easy human to control, and she wished that he would step back a bit. She felt more constricted than when she stood entombed in the statue.
    “Where am I?”
    Darius remained too close. She knew his intention was to show his dominance.
    “Boston. You’re a long way from home. Egypt is almost on the other side of the Earth.”
    Shaila mentally called out to her astral spirit, but it would not answer her. Without it, she could not flash herself to Egypt and be about her business. She was stuck here. “Who is pharaoh of Buston? I must speak with him.”
    She stepped away from Darius, intent on leaving their dwelling, but the man would not let her pass.
      “The pharaohs are long dead, Shaila. Leaving this house would be a very bad idea right now. And whatever you just did a moment ago…” He moved in even closer, until his nose nearly touched her own. “Don’t you ever do that to me again.”
    She should have felt insulted with the impudent human. No man had ever dared to speak to her this way. Instead, her heart thumped a beat more quickly, and a spark of something hot flickered across her skin. She inhaled his scent. The warrior in her smelled a challenge.
    She advanced on him with her full arsenal, the kind every female is born with.
    “Darius.” Shaila put her palm on his chest, and with a gentle pressure she felt the tensing and flexing of his muscles. Capturing his eyes, she leaned in so closely that his breath mingled with hers. For a moment, she thought about his lips. Just a kiss. What would he taste like? “No one commands me.”
    Oh, Goddess. His skin was so close. She could feel the heat through his shirt. Blood pulsed more quickly through his heart, and she felt the lure of its hypnotic rhythm. What would his skin feel like? There was one enticing way she could show him who was in command.
    Marcus cleared his throat, interrupting the intimate battle she’d intended to wage.
    Darius glared at her. “Did you like being in that statue? Maybe I should just put you back where I found you. Let Lilith deal with you.”
    It could not be! Could it? Shaila stiffened. Destiny could not have brought her all this way into the future to drop her at the feet of that witch!
    “What do you mean…let Lilith deal with me? Who