Free Crystal Warrior: Through All Eternity (Atlantean Crystal Saga Book 1) by Jen YatesNZ Page A

before Fran called out to you. I knew that I knew you—in the ancient biblical sense—and my body was instantly ready to renew that knowledge with a fervor I've never before experienced. I love Fran. I thought she was my life mate. We're good in bed—bloody good.’ He stopped for a moment and looked deep, drinking in with an obvious satisfaction, the glitter of reaction in her eyes, then added roughly, ‘Just as I imagine you and Gould are good. But in no way can either relationship compare with how you and I were once. How we will be again.’
    ‘No!’
    The one word was torn from Georgina's throat by main force. She could not have held it in any more than she could have uttered any other words after it.
    ‘Why do I know we've had this conversation before? Why are we able to converse without even speaking? Where do the bloody words come from? The knowledge? Why do I know you belong to me as surely as does my right arm and why do I know I should trust you less than my worst enemy?’
    Georgina's head snapped back at that.
    ‘Why?’ she demanded.
    ‘How the hell should I know why?’ he snarled straight back. ‘I didn't make up the rules of this damned game! I didn't decide what I'm to know and what I'm not. When I look at you I know you're mine—and I know if I place my heart in your keeping, you'll tear it out, the first chance you get. You already did. I can feel the torn and bleeding flesh here,’ he said, grasping at his chest with a large, tensile hand. ‘Perhaps you can tell me why? For instance, what did you mean by a ship and an energy web at my command?’
    The bones in her face ached. Her eyes felt so hot they could melt. Slowly she raised her hands to her cheeks. Her fingers were icy cold.
    ‘I don't know where the thoughts come from. They just are. And I see pictures. I never have. It's always been my mother or Merryn—and sometimes Fran. I've never had the `knowing'—and I don't damn well want it!’
    ‘What do you see?’ he asked, ignoring her passionate outburst.
    Georgina dropped her hands to the level of the second button on her plain white blouse where her restless fingers began picking agitatedly at the tiny dragon carved from clear quartz crystal that she wore there out of sight and next to her skin. Fran had sent it to her from London on her first trip away from home, saying it would be her talisman against all life's `dragons'. She'd not taken it off since, even though Gould didn't like it, and her fingers always betrayed her by straying to it in moments of stress. Torr's eyes fastened on those restless fingers now and she dropped them abruptly to her lap.
    ‘Yesterday, when you stopped to look at the waterfall—in the foyer—I saw a warrior behind you. He was taller and broader—even than you—and he wore a golden horned helmet on his head and carried a huge iron broadsword in his hand. He—looked like you and yet—not like you.’
    Torr's face was a mask, expressionless and harsh.
    ‘What happened when you were under the pyramid last night? You called my name. It was quite distinct.’
    Georgina closed her eyes and the vision was etched clearly in her mind.
    ‘Taur,’ she whispered. ‘T-A-U-R. That's the warrior's name.’
    ‘How do you know?’
    Georgina shook her head and opened her eyes to glare belligerently at him.
    ‘I don't know. It leapt into my mind spelt like that when Fran introduced us at the airport.’
    ‘What did you see when you were under the pyramid?’ he pressed.
    ‘You—No, the Warrior—on a great white war-horse up among the stars and—I was running to him.’ Georgina stopped, her thoughts turning inwards as the pain of it ripped through her.
    ‘And?’
    Her voice sounded far-away to her own ears.
    ‘Suddenly I was floating far above him and he—’
    ‘What?’
    ‘Was totally engulfed by this—roiling mass of—sea water.’
    She closed her eyes tightly and sat perfectly still in an effort to blank out the awful image.
    ‘Shit!’
    Her