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dizzying pirouettes.
    Birl. Why’d it come back around to that little word? That wasn’t the first circumstance, but the first cognitive step?
    To top it all off, Meekal arrived on the scene and elicited emotions and physical attraction beyond all previous fantasy. She had fainted twice—something she never did.
    “Shayla.”
    She moaned from somewhere so deep, it had to be primal. The physical reaction wasn’t her imagination. Its potency raced under her skin, enflaming unprecedented desire.
    His physical presence blurred.
    Oh no. Not again . Head spinning, she leaned on him for support.
    Meekal held her steady. “It’s okay. I know this is all new to you. It’ll be fine.”
    His voice titillated her. She endeavored to find his mouth. Moaning into him, she sought solace from sudden apprehension of the unknown. Steal Power? How?
    He caressed her gently, and ran his hands through her hair.
    She quivered, moving closer, savoring his taste. Forget such thoughts . She delved in, tonguing pleasure to new heights.
    “Bloody hell, git a room.”
    Meekal pulled away with a laugh.
    Harry’s friendly face registered humor from his height advantage on the portico. “This is a B&B, you know, Kal. Course there’s also the fact you do have your own room.”
    “Harry, you’re embarrassing Shayla.”
    “Uncanny,” Harry said, leaning against the pillar on his left. “Don’t cha think, Kal?” He scanned Shayla with blatant curiosity.
    Her knees wobbled. Apparently, she was not the only one to notice the likeness to the portrait.
    “Later, mate,” Harry said with a smirk, and then wiggled his brows in jest. “I’d avoid the Abbey if I were you.” He stepped down the stairs with an air of jauntiness and fun.
    “Actually, that’s where we’re going,” Meekal replied. “Wanna join?”
    Harry grinned, and then tossed Shayla a wink. “Three’s a crowd, mate.”
    Meekal pulled on her hand. “Fine.”
    Still dazed, Shayla followed. History always fascinated her. This was not history; it was more into the esoteric.
    “Are you all right?”
    “No, Meekal. I want to know what’s going on.”
    His fingers caressed her jaw, and then skimmed over her pulse. He stopped there, mesmerized by the contact of his skin on hers.
    Watching him, his handsome features expressing a newfound awe, took her breath away.
    “You can call me Kal. That’s what my close friends do.” He sighed and leaned in, brushing lips across her cheek, and then her mouth.
    She accepted his amorous kiss eagerly.
    Pulling away, he whispered, “At this rate, we’ll never make it to the Abbey.” He nuzzled and ran a wandering hand down her arm. “You’re beautiful. You know that?”
    “No.” She never liked her hair color and even changed it to blonde for awhile. That was the singular reason she never saw herself as beautiful. She detested her hair’s difference.
    Before today, she had never seen another person with her signature black hair blended with naturally deep, jeweled garnet highlights. Usually someone with her dark shade possessed a blue-black sheen.
    Meekal’s hand brushed a stray lock away from her cheek, and then lost its way within her fullness. “I never believed it could be real. I’ve always seen it right there in front of me. Never believed.”
    She ducked, hiding the heated blush that raced across her cheeks.
    Fingers entwined, they walked to the grounds of Glastonbury Abbey. Neither spoke, instead, allowing a sense of anticipation to wash over them.
    Shayla smiled to herself over the new sensations experienced from their simple joining.
    Together, they entered the grounds from the west.
    Meekal guided them around a broken wall. “The fee to get into the Abbey actually keeps the number of visitors down. I have permission to come through anytime.”
    The Abbey’s remains spread before them in broken majesty. Shayla pulled in a deep breath, and scanned the landscaped lawns. “Pictures don't do it justice,” she said. “I