Echo of Roses by Quinn Paula

Echo of Roses by Quinn Paula

Author:Quinn, Paula
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Historical
Publisher: Dragonblade Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2021-05-17T16:00:00+00:00


Chapter Fifteen

Kes stared at the beautiful bronze vase in her hands. It was of the Pala Dynasty, eighth to twelfth century. The workmanship was exquisite. It looked brand new because when it was taken, it was. There were other treasures, like Mycenaean pottery, and anthropomorphic iron figurines from the Mesopotamian era. There was so much, she could stay here for another year or two to catalogue everything.

This was her dream come to life. History, telling its stories of the people who lived in it. It was more than any historian or archeologist could ever hope for. She wished her father were here to see it.

And with that, came thoughts of home, and with that, came thoughts of Nicholas.

She thought he’d come back. It had been three days and he hadn’t returned. At first, it broke her heart. It still did. She missed him but he was doing the right thing.

He’d been kind enough to send over her dresses so she could change clothes.

It still shocked her that she had grown attached to him so quickly. But why not? He was there for here during a traumatic experience in her life. He was thoughtful and kind toward her. It shouldn’t surprise her that she wanted to be with him. She had to stop. They weren’t meant to be together. What did a stupid brooch know?

According to Walter’s contact, Mr. Roldan Simeon, a traveler who, after being cursed by an old hag after he’d tried to rob her in the woods, learned to use the curse to his advantage. He flitted around time snatching this piece or that and delivering it to his traders.

“I have many traders spread all throughout time,” Mr. Simeon told her that afternoon in Walter’s sitting room. “Your century gives me the most business.” His eyes were hooded and veiled by long, black lashes. She couldn’t tell if they were dark blue or brown in the candlelit room. He looked to be around her father’s age with long jet black hair tied into a ponytail behind his head and a black beard.

“Time travel isn’t something natural, allowed to us by the Omnipresent One Himself. Imagine the upheaval we would cause.”

“What about you?” Kes asked. “Don’t you change time?”

“No. I cannot leave one place or appear in another with any living thing or any object that would alter time, like a phone…or a magic brooch.”

She looked away. So, he couldn’t help her. But really, was she so disappointed?

“I can carry some goods but not people or animals or plants. I steal objects. I can be in and out of a place in a moment.” He snapped his fingers and disappeared.

Kes gasped and blinked, then turned when she heard his voice behind her chair.

“For you.” He handed her a hammered gold cuff encrusted with a tiger’s eye scarab. “From Cleopatra. Don’t worry. She will never miss it.”

Kestrel looked at the bracelet. You just stole this?”

He nodded and grinned. “Easy as…what is it you more modern folks say? Cake?”

“Pie. Take it back.



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