Serpent Moon by C. T. Adams; Cathy Clamp

Author:C. T. Adams; Cathy Clamp
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: American Light Romantic Fiction, Man-woman relationships, Shapeshifting, paranormal, Fiction, Romance, Fantasy, supernatural, Women healers, Romance - General, Occult fiction, General, Romance: Gothic, Romance - Fantasy, Fiction - Romance
ISBN: 9780765364258
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Published: 2010-08-15T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

“ALL THAT EFFORT. Ruined!” Nasil looked around the tiny cave set high in the cliff with anger and frustration. The priests were dead—had been for days, they’d either been eaten by their Goddess or by scavengers. The eggshell was also broken, from the inside out.

He turned and stared out onto the wide open plains. She was somewhere out there, and he had no idea whether she was sane, or even if she was still alive. Nor would he probably ever find out, since she was invisible. What was he supposed to do, call her like a puppy to come back home?

Nasil reached up to scratch his nose and realized once again that he’d done so unconsciously. Ever since he’d woken in the car, he’d discovered that he had limited use of his hand. It was still clumsy, but it worked. Obviously the girl had something to do with it, and he wasn’t complaining. He planned to use every bit of the newfound ability to find the Goddess.

Hmm. I wonder . . . He went to the nest in the corner and flicked his tongue around the broken eggshell. The taste was immediately unpleasant, not so much from the venom she obviously secreted from her fangs, but from something that made her uniquely Marduc. He would definitely recognize the taste if he encountered it again.

He felt around the nest, hoping to find a few errant feathers. He was nearly out of the invisibility powder. It would be good to restock. He winced as one sliced open his hand. But there were only two. Barely enough for one more trip.

“But that’s all right. I only need one more trip to find you, I think,” he said quietly.

Unless I find you first—

The voice seemed to come from everywhere. It pressed in on him, and flowed out through his own mouth. What the hell?

“Where are you?” he demanded of the air, turning in a circle, but feeling no presence. “Show yourself.”

I remember you, said the voice, now a hissing contralto in his mind. You assisted the snake who wished to be my mate. You found my resting place . . . with my help, of course.

Nasil felt his blood chill. Marduc was fully sentient and able to remember their search? From before they’d even opened the tomb?

Of course I remember. I have always been and always will be. Did you expect a child to be born from the mind of a queen?

And she could read minds? Terrific. He threw out a burst of power in the hope he would be able to think faster than she could read. Then he’d have to find a way to block his thoughts. “What would you have of me, my queen?”

I’m not ready for you yet. You’re not like the others. But you will serve me . . . soon. I’ve tasted you now and can find you at will. I will come back for you when I’m ready to have alphas worship me. But first I need more food.

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