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life, her blood and her sins.
Chapter Nine
Bomani leapt over the black jagged rock and landed
on the soft sand. A second bright flash of light caught his attention in the
distance. Someone had either joined or left the party. The breeze carried the fragrance
of lilacs and spices. Two separate scents. One male. One female.
He paused, uncertain. He should return to the
human realm, find the exiler and leave this memory alone. It was not his anyway.
Despite his resolve to leave, he skirted the tree line closer to his destiny. Movement
drew his attention. The enormous black stallion grazed on the grass at the edge
of the bank where the sand met the fertile ground. Lush green vegetation
flourished on the rich volcanic soil. He scanned the tropical hillside and the
beach. The rider could not be far.
Within a few feet from the horse he stopped. The steed’s
head jerked up with its ears twitching in multiple directions. Its red eyes
fixated on him. The black nostrils flared as the horse assessed him. Volatile
by nature, warhorses would charge if they sensed any threat. The stallion
snorted before lowering its head to resume ripping the succulent green grass.
Bomani dared to lay a hand on the horse’s neck. Muscles
twitched beneath the thick hide, and the long arched tail brushed over its hindquarters.
Not giving Bomani another look, the steed shifted its weight to move to a new
patch of vegetation. The swelling posterior of the horse’s foreleg drew Bomani’s
gaze. He slid his palm down the shoulder and over the bruised area. It jerked and
nipped Bomani’s hand.
“Sorry, boy.” Despite the injury, the horse was
well nourished and cared for. To his knowledge all the horses had been
destroyed after the war. The Pantheon had no further use for them, yet this one
lived. Bomani shifted his palm over the horse’s chest and traced over the brand
of a lion’s head.
The rider’s cloak was draped over a branch. He ran
his fingers along the thick felt fabric. It smelled of lilacs and vanilla, the
scent all too familiar. Isis, that would mean …
Water erupted and a goddess emerged from the black
surf. She blew out a breath and smoothed her hair back from her face. Water
shimmered against her honey colored skin. The moonlight highlighted the
exquisite lines of her face and neck. Her light eyes appeared almost colorless.
Bomani leaned a hand against the horse to steady
himself. Her name rested on the tip of his tongue, but he could not draw it
forth. Transfixed, he delayed concealing his presence. She walked to shore, the
water level dropping further to expose more of her carnal flesh. The water
flowed down the curved lines of her full breasts, flat abdomen, and perfectly
bare sex. Long lean muscles ran the length of her body, bulkier than most
females, but no less exquisite.
Her silhouette exuded strength to match the energy
flowing around her. This was no simple goddess. This was the Goddess of War, a
more than worthy opponent. Bomani broke out in a sweat. His gums ached as his
incisors descended into sharp fangs. He clenched his hands, his body not quite
feeling his own, but unmotivated to stop the rush seeing her gave him.
She turned to look out over the water, unaware of
her now captivated voyeur. Dark brown hair snaked down a delectable spine to
the curve of her round ass. Unrepressed arousal surged through his body,
awakening a new hunger deep in his soul.
* * *
Siya jerked her head over her shoulder. Execution
grazed undisturbed on the bank. Despite his calm, the hairs on the back of her
neck stood on end. Few knew of this location, the very reason Haru agreed to
meet her here. She stalked towards her sword, keeping her eyes locked on the
shadows. She dressed quickly and then grasped the hilt. Was this just more of
her paranoia?
“We need to get moving.” Her respite over, she
swung up onto Execution’s back, grabbed his reins and circled him around. The
prickling at her neck had yet to cease. Something or
Chapter Nine
Bomani leapt over the black jagged rock and landed
on the soft sand. A second bright flash of light caught his attention in the
distance. Someone had either joined or left the party. The breeze carried the fragrance
of lilacs and spices. Two separate scents. One male. One female.
He paused, uncertain. He should return to the
human realm, find the exiler and leave this memory alone. It was not his anyway.
Despite his resolve to leave, he skirted the tree line closer to his destiny. Movement
drew his attention. The enormous black stallion grazed on the grass at the edge
of the bank where the sand met the fertile ground. Lush green vegetation
flourished on the rich volcanic soil. He scanned the tropical hillside and the
beach. The rider could not be far.
Within a few feet from the horse he stopped. The steed’s
head jerked up with its ears twitching in multiple directions. Its red eyes
fixated on him. The black nostrils flared as the horse assessed him. Volatile
by nature, warhorses would charge if they sensed any threat. The stallion
snorted before lowering its head to resume ripping the succulent green grass.
Bomani dared to lay a hand on the horse’s neck. Muscles
twitched beneath the thick hide, and the long arched tail brushed over its hindquarters.
Not giving Bomani another look, the steed shifted its weight to move to a new
patch of vegetation. The swelling posterior of the horse’s foreleg drew Bomani’s
gaze. He slid his palm down the shoulder and over the bruised area. It jerked and
nipped Bomani’s hand.
“Sorry, boy.” Despite the injury, the horse was
well nourished and cared for. To his knowledge all the horses had been
destroyed after the war. The Pantheon had no further use for them, yet this one
lived. Bomani shifted his palm over the horse’s chest and traced over the brand
of a lion’s head.
The rider’s cloak was draped over a branch. He ran
his fingers along the thick felt fabric. It smelled of lilacs and vanilla, the
scent all too familiar. Isis, that would mean …
Water erupted and a goddess emerged from the black
surf. She blew out a breath and smoothed her hair back from her face. Water
shimmered against her honey colored skin. The moonlight highlighted the
exquisite lines of her face and neck. Her light eyes appeared almost colorless.
Bomani leaned a hand against the horse to steady
himself. Her name rested on the tip of his tongue, but he could not draw it
forth. Transfixed, he delayed concealing his presence. She walked to shore, the
water level dropping further to expose more of her carnal flesh. The water
flowed down the curved lines of her full breasts, flat abdomen, and perfectly
bare sex. Long lean muscles ran the length of her body, bulkier than most
females, but no less exquisite.
Her silhouette exuded strength to match the energy
flowing around her. This was no simple goddess. This was the Goddess of War, a
more than worthy opponent. Bomani broke out in a sweat. His gums ached as his
incisors descended into sharp fangs. He clenched his hands, his body not quite
feeling his own, but unmotivated to stop the rush seeing her gave him.
She turned to look out over the water, unaware of
her now captivated voyeur. Dark brown hair snaked down a delectable spine to
the curve of her round ass. Unrepressed arousal surged through his body,
awakening a new hunger deep in his soul.
* * *
Siya jerked her head over her shoulder. Execution
grazed undisturbed on the bank. Despite his calm, the hairs on the back of her
neck stood on end. Few knew of this location, the very reason Haru agreed to
meet her here. She stalked towards her sword, keeping her eyes locked on the
shadows. She dressed quickly and then grasped the hilt. Was this just more of
her paranoia?
“We need to get moving.” Her respite over, she
swung up onto Execution’s back, grabbed his reins and circled him around. The
prickling at her neck had yet to cease. Something or
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