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fear. The option to talk her way out was ripped off the table with his smug words. The intruder held out an offered hand to her but she simply glared firmly back, “Stay back!”

    His advancing steps didn’t falter, they didn’t even slow down. Acting fast she reached behind her to grab the fireplace poker from its stand. As her fingers curled around the cool iron she swung it toward her opponent like a baseball bat. Instead of it intimidating him, he eyed the weapon curiously. It was then that she noticed with heavy disappointment that it wasn’t the poker that she grabbed but the shovel.

    Refusing to back down she swung the shovel like a club at his head moments before he quickly ducked. The movement had her stepping down on her injured foot and pulled a soft gasp from her lips. Still holding up her weapon between them, her fear began to build as she waited for him to make a move. Instead of rushing at her as she thought he would, he stood perfectly still, watching her with a worried gaze.

    “Come on! I’m not afraid of you.”

    “ Var’da. It’s me, Kieran. Be calm,” the rough voice cautioned gently.

    “Shut up!” she yelled. She needed to wake up! This was a dream! It had to be. “You’re not real! I’m going crazy or dreaming or dreaming that I’ve gone crazy. Leave!”

    Pushing the pain in her feet aside she made one last effort to defend herself as he took the last step towards her. Swinging her weapon through the air she gasped in surprise as his large hand caught the shovel before it could hit him. Ripping it roughly from her hands the weapon was tossed away while he gave her a stern look.

    “No more fighting. Var’da. ”

    His arms wrapped tightly around her despite her resistance and pressed her up against his burning skin. At the touch of his skin, something happened to her. Her vision suddenly began swimming and her brain felt like it was inside a blender. Disorientated and scared, her breaths came out in hyperventilating pants as black spots danced before her eyes. Her limbs became weak and any strength she once possessed fled from her. She barely felt the hand caressing her face as her head lulled back against her neck and darkness descended over her.

Chapter Three

    Racing feet echoed through the bright halls of the Kelithian ivory fortress as Theius — the king’s adviser — rushed toward the throne room. Coming to a stop at the towering golden door, he cringed at the thought of opening it. The king would not be pleased with the news he had and he knew who would pay the price of the kings anger — him. Curling his fingers into a fist and before he could second guess himself, he pounded on the door. As usual there was no response. Shoving the door open, he slipped into the glimmering room. Unlike the Garmorians that lived in a dark stone fortress, all the Kelithians lived in an enormous palace of gold and sparkling gems.

    Pushing his shoulders back he made his way across the wide space to stand before the golden spiked throne. Before him sat the king Zyaid, to others he seemed every bit a king with his terra silk robes and spiked, jeweled crown. Unlike most Kelithians, Zyaid lacked the muscular physic that most males possessed due to his lazy nature. Being king meant nothing to him; the only thing he cared for was the power over others that the position granted him. His long hair was secured at the nape of his neck with a strip of leather. His face held lines around his sharp eyes and his hair held streaks of silver attesting to his age, whatever that age may be.

    King Zyaid ignored his adviser as he approached below the raised platform of his throne. His long fingers absently picked at a platter of food beside his throne seat with a dark scowl.

    “My lord?” Quick as lightening, King Zyaid’s red eyes jerked to his with an unyielding glare. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped with fear. He’d only become the king’s advisor recently and apparently he was the fourth