AN ETERNAL LOVE

CHAPTER: 35

Damien was not going to Adira so he could spy on her, as Alex Davies wanted him to do. He was going to warn her. Damien was certain she could have no clue what Alex suspected of her, or she would have fled this place by now.

For just a moment, as he followed the coastal road that led along the edge of the peninsula, overlooking the sea, he paused to wonder at the irony of what he was doing. Adira Thompson was convicted of witchery and sentenced to death. He had seen her die with his own eyes, only to find her alive and well, and again suspected of witchcraft. And yet, he, a man of God was about to warn her.

The worst part was that it wasn't that he disbelieved the accusations against her. Not that at all. It was that he simply did not care. He did not care. He remembered all too well the way he had seen her standing in the moonlight, and had felt the power surging from her hands into his body that night aboard the ship. It could have been a dream, but he did not think so. And still, he did not care.

He wanted to see her again. To get to know everything about her. To understand her mind and the mysteries of her soul. To know what she was thinking. And to see to it she remained safe from harm.

Nothing else mattered. And as little sense, as it made, he did not question it. It simply was.

he intended to

throat. He had worn a pair of breeches and a white shirt, then. For some reason, he disliked the thought of going to Adira in the robes of a priest. He sensed the clothing threatened her, and that was not what

same way as him. And he did not like that

door was made of a single thick board sawed from what must have been a mighty oak tree once. The area around the house was lush with gardens. Herbs grew in patches along with vegetables and flowering plants. All were bathed tonight in the light of the moon so that the place looked wild, untamed, and mysterious. The waves

over him like warm honey. He had heard that voice in his dreams often the last three years. Heard it denouncing the crowd of bloodthirsty fanatics. But

Holding you would be utter bliss, my love. Come to me my love, for I have been waiting so long. Come to me my love, let us embark on a journey of Eternal

to her words. He tried to steady himself, but he was shaken to the core. And even as he tried controlling himself not to, he leaned closer to peer through the window beside the door, where the white curtain stood

her neck and shoulders. Bare skin glistened in the candlelight as she tipped her head back, eyes closed as if in some secret ecstasy. And Damien wondered

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