Awakened [antikvár]

CHAPTER ONENeferetA disquieting sense of irritation awakened Neferet. Before she had truly departed that amorphous place between dreams and reality, she reached out with her long, elegant fingers and felt for Kalona. The arm she touched was muscular. His skin was smooth and strong and pleasing beneath her fingertips. All it took was that small, feather-like caress. He stirred and turned eagerly to her."My Goddess?" His voice was husky with sleep and the beginnings of renewed desire.He annoyed her.They all annoyed her because they were not him."Leave me Kronos." She had to pause, and search her memory to remember his ridiculous, overly ambitious name."Goddess, have I done something to displease you?"Neferet glanced up at him. The young Son of Erebus Warrior was reclining on the bed beside her, his handsome face open, his expression willing, his aquamarine eyes just as striking in the dimness of her candlelit bedroom as they had been earlier that day when she'd watched him training in the castle courtyard. He'd stirred her desires then, and with one inviting look from her, he'd willingly come to her and futilely, though enthusiastically, attempted to prove that he was god in more than namesake alone.x