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through Neal's head as he meditated. The memories of that night and the days following swirled into nothingness as the present came to the forefront.
    He saw Lyra as she must be now, five years later. A beautiful, mature woman ready to receive his semen and fulfill the Prophecy.
    He saw everything so clearly. Lyra would come to him, not willingly, but she would come to him no less. He would join with her, then fuck her, filling her with his come. He would fuck her as many times as he had to until the new Messiah grew in her belly.
    Neal smiled, feeling completely at peace. Lyra would come to him.

    Soon.
     

CHAPTER FIVE
    Everything had begun to feel surreal to Lyra, especially as she sat next to a virtual stranger and approached the town of Tombstone. The twinkle of lights was fairly sparse in the surrounding desert.
    Her thoughts raced. She had to find someone to check in on Mrs. Y and make sure she got everything she needed. And Dixie—someone had to make sure she had her cat food the next time she ran out. Lyra would have to call Becca, who was probably the only one she could count on right now. But it was late and Lyra didn't want to wake anyone up.
    While they traveled from the ranch to Tombstone, Lyra and Dare ate the roast beef and cheese sandwiches he'd thrown together before they'd left. She was surprised she was actually hungry and ate a whole sandwich. He ate two. She downed a good-size bottle of water, and he did the same.
    Dare drove the SUV slowly through the small tourist town that was barely a blip on the map. She'd never been to historic Allen Street, and now it didn't look like she'd ever get a chance.
    Lyra felt like she could crawl right out of her skin, she was so jittery and jumpy at the thought of The People spotting them. She forced herself to breathe. She was in a different town—albeit a really, really small town—and they were just going to spend one night at a motel, under assumed names. In the morning she'd head out and hitchhike to Tucson, where she could catch a bus to just about anywhere.
    Dare guided the SUV into the parking lot of a U-shaped gathering of bungalows where a big, glowing yellow sign proclaimed Tombstone Getaway .
    After they parked, Dare put on his Stetson, took her by the hand, and led her into the tiny lobby of the motel. She was surprised her palm didn't really hurt when he grasped it.
    Instead it tingled and she felt that strange connection with him that had her shaking her head. When they opened and closed the glass door of the lobby a bell jingled, startling Lyra.
    An older man with a well-creased face, deeply tanned skin, large ears, and liver-spotted hands moved to the counter. "Lancaster," he said, before running his gaze over Lyra, then back to Dare.
    He dug into his wallet and pulled out several bills. "Tonight it's Jameson." He handed the cash to the man, then stuffed the wallet into his pocket.
    It was then that Lyra noticed Dare's gun tucked into the back of his waistband, against his black shirt. Jeez, why hadn't she noticed it earlier?
    The man fished a brass key out from beneath the counter, then tossed the key to Dare.
    "Casita two, Jameson."
    Dare touched the brim of his Stetson and Lyra followed him into the night. The parking lot was softly lit only by the big yellow sign. He unlocked and opened one door of the SUV and handed Lyra her backpack, which she hitched over one shoulder. He grabbed his duffle, shut the door, and locked it. The vehicle didn't chirp when he locked it—no doubt as a PI he wouldn't want to announce himself in any way. He took her by the hand and headed toward the casita that had a worn brass number 2 nailed to it.
    "Wait." She brought them to a stop. "You got one room."
    He gave her an impatient look before continuing to draw her along with him. "I'm not letting you out of my sight, honey. For one thing, I intend to guard you, and two, I don't trust you not to run."
    Lyra ground her teeth. The man was too intuitive and protective.