Medusa's Heart by Hill Joey W

Author:Hill, Joey W. [Hill, Joey W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Fantasy, Paranormal, Vampires
ISBN: 9781942122494
Amazon: B01LR72DF4
Goodreads: 32203336
Publisher: Story Witch Press
Published: 2016-10-31T07:00:00+00:00

John Pierce withdrew. Surprised, Medusa twisted around to see him striding away, back up the garden path. He wasn’t staying, which told her this decision was hers. She could put aside the hammer and abandon this nonsense. Why should she do this?

Why had he chosen to bring all this up today? Everything was going so well. She’d put away any dreams of ever leaving here long ago, and she resented him resurrecting them, making her think about impossible things.

Yet there’d been a weight to his words, as if they’d been a struggle for him to say. He hadn’t wanted to have this conversation. She wondered why he had, why he couldn’t let them both simply be.

He said Athena carried her image on Her shield. The idea unsettled things at her core. She told herself it was a foolish tale, but he’d told her such symbolism, of her as a protector of the innocent, wasn’t an isolated incident. It was a view of herself she’d never had. Had she?

She did remember, as hollow as taking Kev’s life had left her, she’d returned again and again to how she’d felt when she’d made sure he couldn’t hurt Glykeria. And liked the feeling, wanting more of it. Wanting to make sure no one else was made to feel the way the young woman had felt.

Her gaze returned to Ukrit’s frozen face. His eyes seemed to stare back at her. She remembered their feral excitement, the moisture at the corners of his sensual lips, as if he were a wolf salivating over his kill. Whenever she looked at this statue, she didn’t feel the way that thinking of Glykeria made her feel. He took her back to that place, to that moment. To a woman she was no longer, but a portion of it still resided in her, connected to that frightening darkness, to all the rage. Was JP right, that she could learn how to control it, turn it to something else, something that hurt far less?

She remembered Klotho bending over her as Medusa curled on the flagstones, bleeding and weeping. Berenike had left, leaving Klotho to handle her instructions. Instead, Klotho had stroked her hair, murmuring to her about the spell craft she could do. “It will transform you into something he will not want,” she said. “But it will also weave itself into who you are. What you will see forever after when you look in a mirror will be a mix of those things.”

There was a bird bath Medusa had made from a clay basin and she moved to it now. She rarely looked at an image of herself, because all she saw was the monster. But today she looked with different eyes.

A delicate face, the face she’d been born with. Eyes so red even the water’s reflection captured a hint of their color. Rose petal eyes, John called them. He’d told her it was a coveted and romantic flower in his world. Her rose petal eyes had turned her

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