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underestimated him. She hovered in the air, eyes filled with hatred, while Jarek looked up at her, smug and self-assured. “I will kill you for this, Jarek. Make no mistake about that.”
    He rose to meet her. “So you accept my challenge, then?”
    “I accept nothing. You will die at my hand. That is not up for negotiation.”
    Jarek folded his arms and his muscles bulged. “You might want to reconsider your plan of action, Kira. As my father’s son, I eliminated many who would oppose him. Do not be so hasty in assuming you may now annihilate Timara’s new ruler…no matter what your father might have told you.” He turned away and proceeded back up the smoky path, which soon enveloped him, hiding him from her view. But his words reached her ears.
    “Until we meet again.”
     
    He hadn’t wanted to leave her. Just the mere sight of her had increased the pressure between his thighs. Not that he’d needed any help with that. Last night had been spent pacing the floor, picturing the dark-haired goddess lying across his bed like a sacrifice to the Timaran temple.
    With an imagination only a god could have, he’d seen her in his mind. From the stiff peaks of her nipples to the abs that rippled when she moved, she was pure perfection. And then his gaze had traveled lower, taking in creamy skin covering tight muscle, before moving to the dark triangle between her thighs.
    With a groan that was more of a plea, Jarek picked up his pace down the long hallway. “What in the hell is happening to me?”
    His breath whooshed out of his lungs as he felt her departure, and a strange sense of emptiness washed over him. How long had she stood at the gate trying to see inside? Had she been hoping he’d return? And did she know how much he wanted her to return?
    Cursing again, he lifted his face toward the arched ceiling. “Is this what it feels like to be connected to someone?”
    He didn’t understand what was taking place inside his soul, but he felt different. Each time he saw her only increased the need to see her again. And somehow he knew that no matter what happened, he would never be able to harm her.
    Violent whisperings dragged his focus back to the castle. The gods under his control were worried. They sensed trouble, and Jarek was powerless to still their fears without more knowledge. He knew little of Kira’s abilities, other than her penchant for destroying entire cities of lesser gods and an occasional group of humans when bored. That information wouldn’t please his subordinates, so he had no other choice but to remain silent until he could learn more.
    He strode through the gilded halls as the whispers increased in intensity, then he came to a dead stop and shouted, “Enough!” Silence descended, and he breathed a sigh of relief. “You will know when I know,” he called again.
    “If our way of life is in jeopardy, Jarek, we have a right to know,” came a nasally voice from just down the hall.
    Shoulders tense, Jarek spun to face the God of Wind, thinking he was appropriately crowned. Abar was a pompous windbag who had always irritated the hell out of him. Even Jarek’s father had merely tolerated the lesser god, but now, Jarek wasn’t in such an accommodating mood.
    “Did you not just hear me say that when I know, you will know?”
    Abar moved forward on pencil-thin legs, the purple silk suit he wore making him look more like a child’s puppet than a powerful god. “And we are supposed to accept that?”
    Jarek’s eyes narrowed. “Yes.”
    Lips thinning, Abar tented his fingers together. “I trusted your father, Jarek, but I cannot say the same for you. I have seen your temper, your loss of control, and I, and many others, think you might not handle this matter in an appropriate manner.”
    Fury knotted in the pit of his stomach, but Jarek sought to remain calm. Abar’s intention was to antagonize him, but he wouldn’t take the bait. “I rule this city, Abar, not you, nor anyone else. In case