The Silent Goddess: The Otherworld Series Book 1 by N.K. Vir Read Free Book Online Page A

eyes.”
    “What about my eyes?”
    “They’re the color of a cloudless sky durin’ high summer,” answered a deep Scottish accented voice.
    Annie shivered and Kat gasped in surprise at the sound of that voice.  Annie closed her eyes still felling the delicious yummy tingles that voice had caused.  It brought back memories of some long forgotten dream.  It was almost as if she should remember him.  No, more like she, needed to remember him.
    “Yes,” he said appearing to answer her thoughts.
    Annie’s eyes whipped open.  She thought for a moment that she had spoken her internal thoughts out loud; the second that thought entered her head her eyes and ears saw the reality of the situation.  He was talking to Kat; answering a question Annie had not heard.  Annie scowled at Kat as she playfully swatted Duncan.  A green-eyed Dragon roared somewhere inside of her. ‘Mine’ , it growled.
    Whoa! Where had that come from?
      She glanced quickly up at Duncan and watched as a tiny half smile kicked up on side of his mouth as an ‘Oh, really’ eyebrow shout up his forehead.  Kat continued to talk and question him but he held Annie’s gaze.  Annie felt herself being drawn deeper and deeper into those stormy blue eyes.  They made her feel things; see things she had never experienced before.  Every time she tried to grab onto those illusive images they slipped through her fingers like water.
    Duncan’s eyes slipped from hers and the spell was broken.  Annie shook her head to clear her mind. Someone was calling her name.
    “Annie!” Kat said snapping her fingers.  “You in there?  Look, our new neighbor brought us wine.”
    Annie focused on the bottle Kat was waving in front of her face.  It was their favorite brand of merlot.  Favorite because it was big, cheap and tasted really good.
    “Say thank you damn it,” Kat hissed.
    “Thank you Duncan,” Annie said remotely.
    Kat rolled her eyes and scowled up at Annie.  “Come on,” she muttered grabbing her arm and shoving her back towards the house.  “We’ll be right back Duncan, just go ahead, make yourself comfortable,” Kat called sweetly over her shoulder.
    Once they were safely inside and out of earshot sweet Kat disappeared and a feisty feline quickly replaced her.
    “Oh my goodness girl, get your shit together!” Kat scolded waving a motherly finger under Annie’s nose.  “That, she said pointing her finger towards the front door; is one good looking man, but he’s still, just a man.”
    “More like, amazing,” Annie muttered.  Kat ignored Annie and began digging in a drawer.  “Where the hell is the corkscrew Annie?”
    “Should be in there somewhere,” she replied absently as her mind was wandering out to the man in her garden.
    When she had seen him earlier that day she was struck by the strongest sense of déjà vu.  It wasn’t the city, the noises, the birds, it was him.  Everything around them seemed to simply fall away.  They were surrounded by nothingness, there were no other sights, no other sounds, no other smells, there was just him.  He seemed to be rooted, he had stood unmoving and she had eagerly taken the time to study him.  He was tall, over six feet easily.  His dark hair seemed to wave and curl haphazardly around his head, not messy, not perfect; like the length of his hair, neither long nor short, both were a perfect combination of ‘I don’t care’.  His body was all lean and muscle, not the typical bulk muscle fabricated in a gym but from work, real work.  He showed only his profile, as he seemed to be concentrating on something in the distance, but the half she could see was beautifully rugged and male.  He reminded her of some ancient sculpture and understood what these masters were trying to capture, him, and his raw, dangerous beauty.
    Then, she heard a whisper, “ a chuisle mo chroi .”  The phrase was hauntingly familiar and yet she was sure she had never heard it before. He had been