Shera & Armand Part 2
We crouched behind the patch of desert scrub, the day’s residual heat swelling around us like steam.
I grunted as Armand’s knee pressed my foot into the sand. “Get off.”
He shuffled sideways without taking his gaze from the enormous figure rising between us and the sun. Its outstretched arms engulfed Arja in shadow, and its body swathed the desert in miles of darkness.
It hadn’t moved since rising like a specter from the oasis lake.
“What is it?” I asked, for the third time. At first sign of rising shadow the prince had dragged me out here, but he only answered questions with nervous shifts of his jade green eyes. I slapped his arm. “Armand.”
His head whipped toward me, his nose and full lips level with my gaze. “Do you think you could fall in love with me, Shera?”
“Excuse me?”
He gestured toward the giant figure. “The Solar Eclipse is my curse. My father refused hospitality to a desert shaman, and now…”
I frowned my eyebrows into one line. “What does this have to do with me?”
“There’s a prophecy, about a girl from another world.”
I shoved to my knees and he grabbed my wrist. “Don’t let it see you!”
“I’m leaving, Armand. I’ll find my own way back to my world.”
I didn’t turn and didn’t slow. If I did I’d lose myself in his green eyes and find myself trapped in some prophecy.
I’d had enough of those.
Look for ONE YEAR, the conclusion to Shera & Armand’s saga!
