The Dark Evolution Chronicles by Cassandra Di Rossi

Author:Cassandra Di Rossi [Rossi, Cassandra Di]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wild Wolf Publishing
Published: 2020-04-09T22:00:00+00:00

“Hello.”

I almost leapt from my skin. I spun around in the pitch-black entrance hall. There, leaning casually against the wall, eyes glinting through the darkness, was Dorus.

“Lord Zeus! You scared the life from me. What are you doing here?” I spluttered in slightly old-fashioned Greek. He smiled with delight.

“Waiting for you.” He stepped toward me. “Where did you go?”

I edged back, something did not feel right. He stopped.

‘Forgive me. I didn’t mean to alarm you,” he offered, taking a step back himself. His eyes seemed to bore into me. I thought perhaps he was like Timo, that he knew what I was and wanted me to bite him. I shook my head. I did not want to jeopardize anything Sekhemet had planned, and there was something else nagging at me that I could not quite recognize at that moment. He seemed to read my caution and took another step back. “Forgive me,” he said again.

“No, no, it is all right. Please, what can I help you with?” I walked past him and through to the courtyard. At least out there, the moonlight would permit me to see his expression better.

“Sekhemet, she is to be married to that boy soon?”

A pang of jealousy stabbed at my gut. Then I understood what the nagging feeling was. I did not want this man to desire me for merely my bite. I actually wanted him to care for me. I knew not why, for we had only just met.

“We have no weddings as such in Egypt,” I explained. “Usually, a girl is considered a wife once she moves into her husband’s home with her dowry. But MeryAmun is to live here, so there will be a celebration to formalize the marriage upon her next birthday when she has reached the age her parent’s agreed upon.”

Dorus stopped by the orange tree that had been planted to give me shade from the sun. He looked up at the gently rustling branches.

“I had presumed her older than her appearance,” he spoke as though this were merely an observation.

“She does give that impression. She has been head of this house since she was eight years old, and her father taught her well.”

“She dresses older too, the wig she wears, the gown…”

The pang of jealousy bit again.

“She is very beautiful,” I added.

“Hmm. That I had not noticed.” He was looking right at me now. If it had not been so dark he might have caught in my gaze.

“Really? You must be the only man who has not.” I added, attempting to keep my tone casual. He shook his head. For a moment I thought he was going to move in closer to me. But then he hesitated and stayed as he was. I sat down on the stone bench beneath the tree and looked up at him. His hair was ruffled in the breeze, and his eyes seemed to twinkle in the moonlight. For a moment I saw Helen again, as she had stood the first time I had met her, holding Paris’s hand.

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