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The rows of ancient stones came into view. Of one accord the travelers stopped to gaze out over the startling expanse. Lana was nearly breathless. Her nerves had wound tighter and tighter with each mile. Only to herself would she confess that she was energized as much from the potent virility of her traveling companion as from trepidation at the ritual she must perform. She turned to Tor with a nervous smile and cupped his scruffy chin in her palm. “Thank you, Tor, for bringing me here, for believing in me.”
He covered her hand with his and pressed his lips against the sensitive center of her palm.
A thrill shot up her spine at the intimacy of the gesture. She never would have guessed three days ago how right it would feel to have him stand here beside her.
As the wind gusted, he tugged the woolen fabric of the cloak more securely around her shoulders. “I ken ’tis alone ye must pierce the veil of mysteries. See the hill whence we came?”
She nodded.
“T’will be there I’ll await you. Dinnae ask me to go further than that. Not only do wolves roam these parts, but we are not like to have thwarted our pursuers. We outpaced Keech by an hour or two at most.” His lips brushed against hers, warm and sensual in the frosty air. A hint of tamped passion spoke through the tautness of his arms and the pulse beating in his throat.
She leaned against him.
He murmured against her hair. “On the hill—t’will be best to put my back to you, then?”
She closed her eyes to receive an answer. “It’s not necessary. The Guardians say you are much in this. As the stones are sentinels, you have the honor to serve as human sentinel. But only if you wish it.”
He breathed out, looking down at her. “I wish it.”
She felt her energy lifting toward a trancelike state. “Become as one with the silent stones.”
When he had moved away to the crest of the hill, she faced the east toward the sea. The sun was almost overhead now, its feeble warmth trickling into the top of her head. She unclasped the locket and removed the scrap of parchment her grandmother had given into her care.
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Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic with Spirited Stories
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Now I need to know what happens next. Great scene.
I’m glad it made you want to know what happens next. Thanks, Susanne.
Wonderful, Flossie. Your prose and especially your dialogue easily transport me to another time!
I’m so glad you like the dialogue. Thanks, Mae!
So atmospheric! I feel the mystery and the pull of attraction happening here. Beatuifully written, as usual.
Thank you. I love that she is visiting some of the ancient places
Potent virility.,,, Ah, yes….Love that. And what a place to leave off!! Jillian
Hee hee, yeah even those ancient stones couldn’t mask his energy.
I love the tension that you created between these two. There’s a hot simmer between them. I can’t wait to read more!
Thanks for picking up the hot simmer, Tricia.