Flame of Cytherea: Cytherean Chronicles book 1 by D. R. Rosier Read Free Book Online Page A

herself to regret the decision.   She also knew if she hadn’t come, she would
have regretted it for the rest of her life.
    What was bothering her is she couldn’t figure out why.   She didn’t love him, not yet.   She knew the potential was there for it
though, and everything about him seemed to stir something within her.   She finally gave up, deciding to just go with
it and see where it led.   She was also
hoping they stopped soon, she had an unbearable urge to go for a walk in the
woods with him, alone.
    Speaking of alone, or not being alone, Nora was a mystery
she wanted to figure out.   The young
woman had her whole life ahead of her, yet seemed focused on revenge, and
dying.   It would be impossible to hold a
conversation at this speed though, so she pushed it to the back of her
mind.  
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    They were jogging at a speed that was incredibly fast due to
Nora’s talent.   She was in a hurry to get
things done and was surprised when Justin agreed so quickly, doing nothing but
look trusting.   It was strange, she was
all ready to argue with a thick witted male and his simple and trusting
acquiescence had taken the air right out of her sails and she was caught open mouthed
for a moment.   It was almost as if he
thought her competent and accepted her word without question.
    Admittedly what she was doing was very dangerous, she had to
push and cushion all three of them separately in her mind, it took a lot of
concentration.   She was more than up to
the challenge of course, but they wouldn’t have known that.   Most air talents would have killed them on
accident by now.   Still, she needed to
get this done and get back to her revenge.
    When she had thought death imminent it hadn’t really
bothered her, she missed her sisters dearly.   But when she felt his flames cradle and protect her she immediately knew
he was a Flame of Cytherea.   Most people
didn’t even believe in the old legends of the Flame.   Yet, there she had been, protected and
rejuvenated by it.
    She had no choice, duty once again trumping her desire for
revenge.   Worse, she had the feeling she
should stick around to protect him.   She
snorted.   Why the goddess chose a male
was beyond her.   She knew her opinion of
men was overly harsh, but she couldn’t help herself.  
    It was stupid, them thinking women were less than they were,
when she was a case to prove otherwise, yet they still persisted.   She looked at Justin again thoughtfully.
    That was another thing that freaked her out about him.   He didn’t try to talk down to her, at
all.   In fact he had seemed a little
scared of her at times when she went off on a rant.   She frowned at that, perhaps she ought to
tone it down a bit.   She had been so
focused on revenge and the thought of joining her sisters that all the social
niceties went down the toilet.   Well, at
least the ones that she did follow.
    She estimated the military was a normal day’s march south of
the capital by now, she couldn’t go nearly as fast while pushing two people
with her, so they probably wouldn’t meet up until tomorrow, sometime mid
morning maybe.  
    She sighed, finally admitting to herself that keeping him
safe was her duty.   Her mind had been
mulling it over non-stop since he had saved her life.   If the goddess thought the Flame was
necessary, they would probably lose if he died.   Not that she knew Cytherea’s mind, it just made sense.   If a talent shows up that hasn’t been seen in
a thousand years, the goddess probably only gives it out reluctantly in special
circumstances.
    She did cheer up when she considered, that perhaps with him
she would get to kill more Egerian bastards before dying, than she would
without him.   Maybe staying to protect
him wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all…
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    Nicole Christina Althone , princess
of Abelaweth was somewhat of a rebel.   She didn’t think her father would mind… too much.   Ok, she was lying to