She wasn’t certain why the realization didn’t send
her screaming for the hills. Maybe because she herself
wasn’t so far from primitive.
But if it came down to choices, with what she was
and what he was—a Daughter of Aset, a son of
Sutekh—what would he do then? Would he even have
a choice? Would she?
His teeth grazed her shoulder, the back of her neck.
“I want to make you come. I want to make you
scream.”
“So make me scream,” she said, and spread her
thighs wider still.
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LOKAN OPENED HIS EYES and stared at the darkness.
Utter and absolute. No moon. No stars.
He blinked, the sensation gritty and uncomfortable.
And still he could not see.
He touched his face.
Or did he?
He felt nothing. Not his fingertips. Not his cheeks.
Then he remembered the river, the boat. He rolled
to his side, the movement making his stomach heave
and his chest ache. The experience seemed wrong
somehow.
Was he dead?
It was a foreign concept. Impossible. Could he die?
Was he mortal?
He shook his head, trying to remember.
His name was Lokan. He was…what? Who?
