Island Heat (A Sexy Time Travel Romance With a Twist) by Myles Jill

Author:Myles, Jill [Myles, Jill]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: www.jillmyles.com
Published: 2011-02-28T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

I jerked away from him in surprise. “What?”

There was a sad look on Salvador’s face that I didn’t like, one that made me worry and tense with fright, even as I repeated my question. “What did you just say?”

He shook his head. “There is no better way to say this, Diana. I have been on this island four hundred and eighty-nine years.”

I backed a step away from him. “That’s impossible. You know that’s impossible. Nobody lives that long.” A short, bitter laugh escaped me. “You’ve gone crazy on this island, haven’t you?” My laugh turned into a choked sob. “I knew you were too good to be true.”

Salvador took a step towards me, hand outstretched, but I slapped it away. “Diana,” he said. “I wish there was an easier way to say this to you, to show you what I mean. Believe me when I say I do not lie.”

“How can you possibly be on this island for four hundred and eighty-nine years?” My voice broke a little.

“My ship was heading to Florida with Ponce de Leon’s in search of the riches of the New World, when we hit a sudden storm—“

I interrupted him, raising a hand to silence him. “Stop it. I don’t want to hear your lies.” This was ridiculous. First the dinosaurs, now this. Salvador was crazy. Being stuck here on the island had made him lose track of time. I glanced around in the small cave, looking for Olivia – she wasn’t in the main room. I moved back to her quarters and pulled the flap back, ignoring the red-rimmed glare she gave me as she sat on a pile of fur blankets. “Olivia? Tell me that he’s making this up?”

“Making what up?”

“The time you guys have been on the island. Seriously. Tell me the truth.”

She straightened, her eyes somber as she regarded me. “My brother and I left England on Her Majesty’s Ship, the Rosalie, in 1840. We ran into a storm, and we were cast here. That was one hundred and seventy years ago. I am one hundred and seventy nine years old.”

She believed this too. No wonder she’d burst into tears when I mentioned that she’d grow out of this soon. If she thought she was nearly two hundred years old, and still trapped in the body of a thirteen year old...

I put my hands to my forehead in distress. “You’re both lying.” I glanced over at the fire, where ancient Harold huddled. “Harold?”

But he didn’t speak. Harold never spoke.

“He landed here thirty-some years later,” Olivia said, her voice dull. “On the Mary Celeste. There was a baby – a young girl, but she died.”

So straightforward, so unabashed with the ‘facts’. A sick coldness twisted in my stomach and grew.

“I am sorry, Diana,” said Salvador. “I wanted to keep it from you for as long as possible, to give you some time to adjust, but I felt you should know.”

When he reached for me again, I slapped his hands away once more and turned away, a hysterical bubble in my throat.

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