Destiny by Maggie Shayne

Author:Maggie Shayne [Shayne, Maggie]
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780515130133
Publisher: Lisa's E-Book Collection
Published: 2001-03-15T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Eannatum was alive. And here, in this house—so close and so real and so vibrant that the very sight of him had caused her heart to pound and ache and yearn. It had been all she could do to keep from crying—from flinging herself into his arms and kissing his face. She had touched him, felt his heat. She had heard his voice, and seen the light of life in his eyes. Felt his breath on her hair, and his arms around her ... again.

Why was it so difficult to despise him? And why had her feelings for him not died a thousand deaths by now? All this time! By the Gods, seeing him again, even now, even knowing what she knew of him ... it was as if the years in between had never even been.

She was just as torn now as she had been before. Torn between surrender to an all-consuming, insanely passionate hunger for him and surrender to the equally insane need to crush his corded neck between her slender hands.

Nidaba sat in the chair beside her sickbed, barely able to hold her head up. Strength in an immortal never waned this low, except as a result of some foreign substance flowing through the veins. Eannatum had told the truth about one thing, at least. She had been drugged.

So she’d been drugged. But by whom? That remained to be seen. She tried to recall what had happened to her, how she had come to be here, or in some hospital, if he were indeed telling the truth about that as well. But for the life of her, she couldn’t remember anything other than ... than returning to Scotland on the four hundred eighty-eighth anniversary of her son’s death—his second death— and finding his burial site defiled, his body gone. Taken.

But that had been a full year ago. How she knew that was unclear, but she did know it. Was certain of it. And yet the time in between remained fogged, and fragmented into hazy bits that made no sense.

It hurt to see Eannatum again. It stirred to life old memories of innocent love, freely given. Of burning passion, eagerly sated. Of dark betrayal too vile to believe. He had taken everything from her once. Her love, her life, her soul...

Her son . . .

Yes, her son. Nicky’s first death, when he’d been a small, sloe-eyed boy—that rested squarely on Eannatum’s broad shoulders. And for that, she would never forgive him.

The bedroom door opened, and Nidaba had no more time to contemplate these things. A woman stood there in the doorway.

The woman was small, her smooth skin at odds with her silver hair. Her eyes seemed too sharp and clear to need the glasses she wore. And Nidaba frowned as she stared into those eyes. Because there was something about them—something familiar. They did not belong in that face, those eyes.

The woman smiled, but it was false. She carried a stack of towels in her hands and came further into the room.

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