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Authors: Yamila Abraham
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Shifting to her true form had restored her power.
She stood panting and feeling sick inside.
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Chapter 11
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Votan stared at Ixchel’s sleeping jaguar form through human eyes. She hadn’t met him in her stream as they planned. The only other place she could be is Maximon’s stream. The thought put a knot in his stomach.
When she took her jaguar form she must have gotten an instinctive memory of what he’d done to her in the past. She wasn’t going to have it during this lifetime. He should have known—forcing her to accept her goddess essence was the crime that had made her leave him before.
Here he was, committing the same stupid mistakes.
Votan rubbed a hand over his face. He loved this damned cat with the whole of his heart, and yet he was too stupid to know how to keep her. He was so disgusted with her games that he was going to commit the same crime once again.
He should have been focused on keeping her. Instead he was focused on ‘winning.’
This was the attitude that kept causing him to be alone. He told himself in jungle, when he was at his darkest moment, when he thought it was better to end this life than to continue without her: if you get her again, cherish her.
Because what else does the mortal world have for him? Once he accepted his god essence the mortal world became pointless. He’d lived too many lifetimes to take joy in anything. Food was sustenance. Beautiful sights had been seen too many times for him to appreciate their majesty. Every shade of mortal life was burned in his retinas.
The new thing this lifetime was the technology, but that just angered him. He didn’t want to speak to people with tiny characters on tiny phone screens. In previous lives he had only to watch out for pickpockets in Italy . Now the Internet brought thieves into his email and through viruses into his computer. There was no pleasurable novelty here for him to savor. Just annoyance.
There were far too many people in the world. He’d never seen things this crowded, the roads this congested. How is it that every seat in every plane was always full?
Ixchel never got as jaded as him. It was part of the reason he needed her. She always preferred to remain as the human she was born. She’d see the world through a fresh set of eyes and allow him to once again take some joy from it. Hadn’t she done that already with the dinner?
It made him warm inside to think of experiencing this rest of this lifetime beside her.
And he’d almost ruined it.
Wake up, Votan.
He wished he could trust himself. Ixchel always made him crazy. That was the problem, wasn’t it?
He didn’t think straight when his beloved was back in his arms.
Now he had to find a way to keep her there.
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Max opened his front door slowly, like a cautious cat fearful of the family dog. He paused to listen. There was only quiet.
He stepped in and took a few soft steps towards the bedrooms. When he saw they were both empty he finally spoke up.
“Anyone here?”
Had they gone out to dinner? It was past
eight o’clock
.
A sickening thought struck him.
What if Votan had kidnapped her?
“Damn it.”
He strode back toward the kitchen to finish his search. That’s when he found the note.
Votan refuses to talk here.
Going to his hotel.
Back as soon as I can.
My Cell: XXX-XXX-XXXX
Max took a deep breath. Well, now he didn’t have the luxury of panicking. He knew where she was and how to reach her.
He had to wait.
The guest bed was in disarray. They’d had sex there. Votan had probably been as desperate as he was when he first saw her. At least with the act done he could talk with her sensibly. If she denied herself then the tension would never abate. There could be no reasoning with him.
Something struck him. He
She stood panting and feeling sick inside.
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**** ****
Chapter 11
**** ****
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Votan stared at Ixchel’s sleeping jaguar form through human eyes. She hadn’t met him in her stream as they planned. The only other place she could be is Maximon’s stream. The thought put a knot in his stomach.
When she took her jaguar form she must have gotten an instinctive memory of what he’d done to her in the past. She wasn’t going to have it during this lifetime. He should have known—forcing her to accept her goddess essence was the crime that had made her leave him before.
Here he was, committing the same stupid mistakes.
Votan rubbed a hand over his face. He loved this damned cat with the whole of his heart, and yet he was too stupid to know how to keep her. He was so disgusted with her games that he was going to commit the same crime once again.
He should have been focused on keeping her. Instead he was focused on ‘winning.’
This was the attitude that kept causing him to be alone. He told himself in jungle, when he was at his darkest moment, when he thought it was better to end this life than to continue without her: if you get her again, cherish her.
Because what else does the mortal world have for him? Once he accepted his god essence the mortal world became pointless. He’d lived too many lifetimes to take joy in anything. Food was sustenance. Beautiful sights had been seen too many times for him to appreciate their majesty. Every shade of mortal life was burned in his retinas.
The new thing this lifetime was the technology, but that just angered him. He didn’t want to speak to people with tiny characters on tiny phone screens. In previous lives he had only to watch out for pickpockets in Italy . Now the Internet brought thieves into his email and through viruses into his computer. There was no pleasurable novelty here for him to savor. Just annoyance.
There were far too many people in the world. He’d never seen things this crowded, the roads this congested. How is it that every seat in every plane was always full?
Ixchel never got as jaded as him. It was part of the reason he needed her. She always preferred to remain as the human she was born. She’d see the world through a fresh set of eyes and allow him to once again take some joy from it. Hadn’t she done that already with the dinner?
It made him warm inside to think of experiencing this rest of this lifetime beside her.
And he’d almost ruined it.
Wake up, Votan.
He wished he could trust himself. Ixchel always made him crazy. That was the problem, wasn’t it?
He didn’t think straight when his beloved was back in his arms.
Now he had to find a way to keep her there.
***
Max opened his front door slowly, like a cautious cat fearful of the family dog. He paused to listen. There was only quiet.
He stepped in and took a few soft steps towards the bedrooms. When he saw they were both empty he finally spoke up.
“Anyone here?”
Had they gone out to dinner? It was past
eight o’clock
.
A sickening thought struck him.
What if Votan had kidnapped her?
“Damn it.”
He strode back toward the kitchen to finish his search. That’s when he found the note.
Votan refuses to talk here.
Going to his hotel.
Back as soon as I can.
My Cell: XXX-XXX-XXXX
Max took a deep breath. Well, now he didn’t have the luxury of panicking. He knew where she was and how to reach her.
He had to wait.
The guest bed was in disarray. They’d had sex there. Votan had probably been as desperate as he was when he first saw her. At least with the act done he could talk with her sensibly. If she denied herself then the tension would never abate. There could be no reasoning with him.
Something struck him. He
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