Worlds Apart 2: Hunter's Revenge

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center on her. She becomes his everything, tied to him in life and death.”
    He raised his hand when she started to object. “Yes, some men cheat, but that happens with every species, be they human, Chantrean , or Manruvian . But, those that complete the bonding using the Mate Bonds, do not. It’s impossible. Your souls bind together. Your hearts and minds become one. He will never be able to betray you and you him once you bond. Because you share emotions, betraying you would become as abhorrent a thought to him as it would be to you and vice versa. ”
    Taking a deep breath, Amy tried to digest everything Taliff had said. And not said in his brief summation. She had a lot to think about. Getting to her feet, Amy quickly glanced over at the sleeping child. She looked so peaceful lying there. If only Amy could find such peacefulness in her dreams. Shaking herself out of her thoughts, Amy looked to Taliff. “Tell Eve I shall return later. I have much to think about.”
    “Of course. Any time you need to talk—to either of us—we’ll be here. Finding you has eased something inside Eve’s heart, and thus mine, as well. It’s very good to have you back.”
    Amy looked away, swallowed past the lump that seemed lodged in her throat then nodded. She needed to get out of here before she did something stupid. Like cry.
    When she turned to walk away, Taliff called her name.
    “Yes?” she asked, her voice just above a whisper in deference to the sleeping child.
    “Just so you know , Hunter called earlier to say he was returning to your quarters.”
    Amy nodded then headed for the door. Yes, she had a lot to think about.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Six
     
     
    As Amy wandered aimlessly through the corridors of the Manruvian ship, her mind kept running over everything Taliff said. She just didn’t know what to do or what to believe. What would it be like to know absolutely that you could trust another? To know that you’d never have to fear that person’s betrayal…to know that, above all, there was one person in existence that you could trust implicitly. What a relief it would be to know, beyond a shadow of a doubt that the person you spoke with told you the truth. Could something like that really exist? If it did, would she have the courage to face it, to try it?
    She had to admit, the idea appealed to her, especially considering the most recent betrayal she’d had to face. But, no matter how appealing the idea, it definitely had one major drawback—Hunter himself. If she agreed to the bonding and it worked, she would be tied to a male. A very strong and, by the looks of it, very virile male. Did she have the courage to agree to try such a thing?
    How could she ever give herself over to another man? She shuddered. Her stomach clenched and bile began to rise in her throat. Just the thought of being intimate with a man—even Hunter, who’d been nothing but kind—nauseated her.
    Do not fear so, my child. I would never pair you with a man who’d do you harm. He is a strong man. A man of great honor and personal integrity .
    Amy stumbled to a halt, and reached out for the nearest wall as a wave of dizziness washed over her. What the hell? Now she’d begun to hear voices. Well, one anyway.
    Tinkling laughter rippled through her mind. Don’t you know who I am, child?
    Closing her eyes, Amy braced herself against the wall and rubbed her forehead. “Should I?” she whispered. She quickly glanced down the hall. Her eyes scanned the corridor in both directions. Thank the Goddess no one stood nearby or they’d hear her talking to herself.
    Why would I allow others to witness what passes between us?
    “You mean—?”
    Just think your thoughts and I shall hear them. And yes, I am Alana, the Mother Goddess of the Chantrean—and others.
    Amy hung her head and slid down the wall, unable to continue standing on wobbling legs. Why? Why speak to me now? Do you know how many times I called out to you, begged you to

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