The Prophecy by Lucy Varna

Author:Lucy Varna
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romantic suspense, urban fantasy, archaeology, contemporary fantasy, georgia, amazons, sweden, daughters of the people

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Maya studied her reflection in the mirror, examining her appearance. She’d deliberately chosen the apricot sheath because it was not a dress she’d dreamed of wearing on a date with James. It was simple and sleeveless, cut high at the neck, and dipped to a few inches above her waist in the back. The fabric clung to her figure, accentuating her flat stomach and the curve of her breasts and hips, and stopped just below mid-thigh. She’d paired it with a simple two-stranded, gold necklace and a matching bracelet, and a shawl, heels, and purse all in black.

She twisted to and fro, examining her three-inch heels in the mirror. They’d put her nearly eye to eye with James. A thread of uncertainty worried at her. She straightened her shoulders and pushed it away. He didn’t seem the type to care about a woman’s height, and if he was, better to find out now so she could usher him right back out of her life.

Dierdre whistled softly and flopped crosswise onto Maya’s bed. “You’re totally rockin’ that outfit, Mom.”

Maya smoothed a hand down her stomach, eyeing her reflection critically. “You’re just saying that because I’m your mother.”

“No, I’m totally serious. Dr. T. is gonna, like, go wild over that dress.”

“You think?”

“Oh, yeah.” Dierdre’s eyes widened and she nodded emphatically. “He totally digs your bod.”

“Dierdre, honestly.” Maya paused and glanced at her daughter. “Really?”

“Yup. He got all hot and bothered when I told him what you were gonna wear to the exhibition.”

“And you talked to him about that when, young lady?”

“Oh, er, you know.” Dierdre flipped over and stared at the ceiling. “When I went to his office and invited him to come.”

Maya shook her head. Curls bounced around her face and she whirled toward the mirror in a panic. She and Dierdre had spent half an hour taming her hair into a chignon, leaving some curls pulled out in strategic places to achieve a sexy mama look.

Dierdre certainly had a way with words.

Maya brushed her fingers over the stray curls and exhaled. Everything was in place, right where it was supposed to be, but if she didn’t get ahold of herself, she’d never make it through the evening in one piece.

“Besides,” Dierdre said. “He doesn’t mind. I stop by all the time to chat with him.”

“Define all the time.”

“Well, not, like, every day or anything.”

“Dierdre, honey, James is here to work.”

“I know.” Dierdre rolled onto her stomach and rested her chin on her folded hands. “It’s just, he’s nice and everything, and he likes to talk to me.”

The words were soft spoken, her daughter’s voice small and thin. Dierdre was so independent, so self-assured, it was easy to forget she was still young. Maya joined her daughter on the bed and stroked a hand over the teenager’s braids. “Just don’t make a nuisance of yourself. Now, what time are you going to the movies?”

They discussed Dierdre’s plans for a night out with friends, and Maya reiterated the rules. Home

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