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bathroom tucked
into the back of the room was standing room only, housing a narrow shower and
separated from the rest of the place by a thin white sheet. No one entered this
room so she didn't worry too much about its size or privacy. The indoor ac unit
hummed quietly as the door sealed behind her.
    She sat in one of the chairs and thought of the man she met
tonight. He knew her by name and that did not sit well with Dalia. Her cheeks
heated as she thought of how her name sounded rolling from his lips. She shook
herself to banish thoughts of him from her mind. It was hard enough getting his
voice out of her head, seeing him in person would be no easy image to forget.
Who sent him and how did he find her?
    Dalia stood intending to hit the shower, even though it was
early morning, the heat and moisture in the air plastered her tank top to her
skin. Dalia cursed when she realized dawn had crept in while she sat thinking
of the stranger. She walked to her bed on wooden legs, the sun sapping her
energy and making it hard to get those final three steps. She collapsed on her
bed, unable to stop sleep from claiming her.
               

Chapter 4
     
     
    BRON STALKED THROUGH THE CROWD, his senses bombarded by the
crush of human bodies lining the streets. The parade was in full swing despite
it being late evening and emotions ranging from lust to excitement assaulted
Bron on all sides. Snatches of conversation floated to him making it hard for
him to focus. He'd lived in solitude for too long, filtering the noise was
taking more concentration than he imagined. He massaged his temples glad he
left Little Lord in their room, it would be one less
thing to worry about. Now that he knew what she was, he didn't bother leaving
his room until the sun set. He intended to find Dalia tonight and he didn't
want any other distractions.
    He stopped when he came to the church everyone in town called
Espirito Santo; the church was the oldest on the island and many worshippers
had passed through its doors. He didn’t know how he knew, but he felt Dalia’s
presence as he walked around the building to the back of the church.
    She stood at the back doors, her lovely face torn. She was
wearing a white skirt that flowed to her ankles. An occasional breeze molded
the skirt to her body showing off curves that made his mouth water. The yellow
strapless top she wore displayed her tattoos and Bron found himself longing to
trace his fingers along the sweeping lines that represented his goddess’s
warning.
    He watched her silently; wondering at the battle he could
feel her waging within. He sensed she wanted to go in, but she didn’t think she
was worthy. A part of him wanted to know more, but didn’t dare intrude on her
thoughts. She walked in and Bron waited a few minutes before strolling in
behind her. He kept his body still, blending into the shadows of the church.
Dalia's steps were determined as she stopped in front of the altar. Lighting
two candles she knelt and prayed.
    Forgive me for the lives I have taken .
    Her thoughts were jumbled, that single prayer the only thing
he could pull from her mind. Intrigued, he frowned, edging closer. His beast
moved restlessly through his body in alarm, a hint of its power running along
Bron's skin.
    Her head turned and those haunting eyes stopped him in his
tracks. He held up his hands in the air, his eyes never leaving hers, as he
fought to keep his curiosity from showing.
    “I have not come to fight with you this evening, Dalia.” He
lowered his voice so as not to alarm her. Her eyes hardened with his use of her
name. Somehow he had made another misstep.
    She stood and turned her body to face him. “What have you
come for then?”
    Her husky voice moved through Bron’s body, leaving a trail
of fire. His beast moved again, this time in interest. He could hear the
impatience in her voice when she addressed him.
    He put his hands down. “I think we got off on the wrong
foot.”
    She snorted.
     Bron