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

eyes flew open. Torr's skin had taken on a yellow tinge and his eyes burned like twin flames in their sockets.
    ‘You didn't know I had a phobia about the sea then.’
    ‘No.’
    There was a long silence as they sat staring beyond each other, lost in their thoughts and inner images. Then Torr turned to Georgina and said, ‘Reincarnation and past lives are things that Fran writes about—and other people believe in. I've never given it much thought and I don't feel comfortable doing so now. But—we—belong—together.’ He stopped and drew in a deep, shuddering breath. ‘We've—been together before and the chemistry must have been awesome. It still is.—Will you consider leaving Gould and coming away with me? Whatever happens, I'm leaving. Fran doesn't know it yet, but she will.’
    He might as well have poked her with an electric cattle prodder. Her whole body jerked and her eyes flew wide as panic ripped through her. For just an instant she saw Gavin Warner, Alan's son, his deep blue eyes dark with concern and understanding, offering to see her home from the hospital.
    Lying eyes.
    Heard again the coldly accusing words, ‘Now we know just what a whore you are.’
    ‘No!’ She was gasping for breath as if she'd just run a mile sprint. Then she snapped jerkily, ‘I can't.—You know I can't.—Why won't you ever—take `no' for an answer?’
    Green eyes fixed on hazel.
    Because you and I were created to be together! Why didn't you stay with me?
    I had no choice! People's lives depended on me!
    Did your going save their lives? Did it save ours?
    Georgina stood abruptly and walked away from the park bench.
    Run, then! You'll achieve as much now as you did then.
    The bitter thoughts stabbed like daggers in the back of her head and she broke into a run.
    ‘I had to ask,’ Torr said aloud, more to himself than to the woman hurrying away from him as if he'd just admitted to being a serial rapist. ‘God knows why, but I had to ask. Just one more time. Even though we both know it can't be.’
    Pelham would enjoy this, he thought savagely. A fine time to think of his older brother, but not surprising. Brought up in a rambling castle in Cornwall, they'd been reared on tales of the supernatural and unexplained. The headless horseman who rode through the village on All Hallows Eve was well documented and the plain and wealthy Lady Elspeth who was reputed to have been pushed down the stairs by her unfaithful and mercenary husband probably still wafted silently about Penreath Castle sending shivers up the spines of visitors.
    But they were silent ghosts. They didn't communicate either verbally or telepathically. They were fleeting, ephemeral manifestations that were gone almost as soon as they'd appeared, making no physical difference to the lives of their beholders. And they'd never seemed to be—inside of him. He'd never had to acknowledge them as anything more than manifestations of an overactive imagination.
    He guessed he could be forgiven for wondering if he was suffering from excessive jetlag or if his secretary had a point after all when she'd suggested that he'd need fly's feet to hang on to the earth while he was `down under' in New Zealand. If Hugh Templeton, one of  his partners in the consultancy, hadn't rung by tomorrow with a desperate call for him to be somewhere, anywhere in the world other than New Zealand, he'd have to make up his own excuses. Meantime he needed to start thinking about what he was going to say to Fran.
     

 
    Chapter 4
    Back in the office uselessly wishing she'd brought Katja to work with her, Georgina prowled the tiny space with all the angst of a caged tiger. She knew it was better for the dog to be out on the harbor with Gould than cooped up in the office all day but she needed to bury her hands in the comfort of the thick warm fur, to feel Katja's heart beating steadily against her fingertips to remind her of the realities of her life. She was in danger of believing Torr