Deidre's Death (#2, Rhyn Eternal) Read Online Free

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go, but Deidre didn’t intend to lose her deal.
    Wynn’s warning weighed heavier on her
thoughts. To win Gabriel, Deidre planned on lying to him,
convincing him she was human-Deidre. As much as she distrusted
Wynn, she’d seen the caution in his features, the haunted wisdom of
his gaze. He wasn’t the arrogant, ruthless Immortal she
remembered.
    Broken. The word fit him. The human world that fascinated
her had broken him. She didn’t understand how, when there was so
much beauty around her.
    Deidre couldn’t learn to become the human
she created in half a day. She considered. Wynn said to tell
Gabriel the truth. Telling him that she’d mated off human-Deidre to
the Dark One would make Gabriel hate her. She wasn’t willing to
lose him already, not after all she’d gone through to keep him.
    Thoughtful, she began to put together
another plan and rehearse what she’d say. She ate, her attention
soon captured by the sensations of the airy omelet and melted
cheese in her mouth. She finished everything and returned to her
bedroom, going through the rest of human-Deidre’s morning routine.
When she was satisfied, she rejoined Cora on the main level of the
penthouse.
    “You might want … shoes,” Cora said
awkwardly. “There’s no carpet in the street.”
    “Ah, of course.” Deidre ran back up to her
room and looked over the assortment of shoes. The ones she chose
were beautiful, but human-Deidre never touched them. She’d worn
either sandals or tennis shoes.
    Deidre borrowed her sandals and trotted down
the stairs. Cora handed her a purse and sunglasses. Deidre took
them, excited at her first venture into the mortal world as a
human.
    Her eagerness lasted until she stepped from
the apartment building to the sidewalk lining a busy street. Deidre
froze. In her penthouse, she was able to take in things at her own
pace. Here, the world was shoved in her face. The sidewalks were
jammed with people and smells, the traffic thick and loud. The
buildings blocked the sun, and the barrage of sensations
overwhelmed her.
    “It’s rush hour,” Cora explained. “The
market is only two blocks away. Are you ready?”
    Deidre nodded. Cora began weaving through
the crowd. Deidre followed, surprised then angry when people
jostled her instead of moving from her path. She was about to
summon a spell to clear the sidewalk completely when she recalled
she wasn’t able to use her power anymore.
    Deidre stopped in the middle of the
sidewalk, feeling very exposed to the blaring world. Another of the
newfound feelings crept into her. This one was worry.
    “Deidre,” Cora called from a few feet in
front of her.
    She shook off the strange feeling and
followed once more. They walked to a corner and turned away from
the busy main street onto a quieter side one. Deidre struggled to
take in everything around her, bombarded by the noise, smells and
activity. They soon reached an area where the street was sectioned
off, and a line of white-topped tents lined the street. People
milled through the farmer’s market.
    She joined them, trying to recall the reason
human-Deidre came to these. The displays of fruit and vegetables,
homemade food, crafts, and other items soon enthralled her. She
stopped to admire the colors of a fruit pyramid and the textures of
textiles. They reached the food section, and Deidre’s attention
shifted to the source of the scents. She followed her nose until
she found the one she wanted.
    “My gods,” she breathed, stopping in front
of one stand. She read the sign. “Funnel cake.”
    She spent a minute thinking over how she’d
seen human-Deidre buy things. Deidre looked through her purse and
pulled out the wallet. She had a ten dollar bill. She looked at the
sign again and stepped forward.
    “One of those,” she said, pointing. They
smelled too good to eat just one. “No. Three of those.”
    Ten minutes later, she sat at a picnic
table, devouring the crispy-sweet treats. She made it through two
and a