Page 5 of Eternal Surrender

“How do we know each other again?”

“It’ll come back,” he said.

“How long have we known each other?”

He didn’t answer.

“A while I take it,” I pressed.

“Jacob thinks if⁠—”

“I remember naturally?”

He shrugged. “He seems to know how to handle this.”

“This being. . . ?”

“Complicated.”

I wanted to scream. “You were with me last night? When it happened?”

His focus shot back to me.

I feigned remembering and then said, “Stonehenge.”

He leaned in closer.

“We weren’t the only ones there?” I watched his reaction to see if he fell for my ruse. “I messed up. . . it wasn’t your fault.”

“What else do you remember?”

I waited for him to weaken, hoping he’d start talking.

He narrowed his gaze. “You don’t remember.”

I reached through the bars and grabbed his throat, squeezing. Alex struggled, gurgling for breath, his fingers fighting to remove mine.

Sashaying toward us was a young woman dressed in blue jeans and a man’s shirt, her raven hair tumbling over her slender shoulders and down her back; bewitching almond-shaped, turquoise eyes holding mine.

She reached for Alex’s head and with a jolt, snapped his neck.

Alex fell from my grip, crumpling into a heap, hissing in an effort to breathe, still alive but paralyzed.

Yet the woman’s expression revealed nothing of the terrible act she’d just committed. The softest, longest eyelashes fluttered ever so slightly, and her rouged lips pouted innocently.

Speechless, I stepped back, wondering if she was about to use the same move on me. Seeing the unemotional expression of the strikingly attractive vixen, I was now actually relieved there was a locked gate between us. I felt terrible for Alex. Yes, I had attacked him with frustration but had no intention of doing anything close to that.

She yanked at the silver lock. The gate was open and she was now inside, moving closer. My back met the wall, and she leaned into my chest and nestled there, wrapping her arms around me, my own arms hesitating to embrace her.

“I feel like I’ve been asleep,” she whispered.

I resisted the urge to ease her off and glanced down to see if there was anything familiar about her. By the way she nuzzled into my chest, she clearly knew me.

“Who are you?” It came out wrong.

Her expression of indignity quickly fell away. “Sunaria.”

“And. . . who am I?”