Destiny Redeemed Read Free

him? I’m too weak,” Gethen said as he looked down sadly at Amon.
    Bending
down, Markku lifted Amon and quickly began to make his way to the house. As he
walked, Amon opened his eyes and mumbled Gethen’s name before fading out again.
    “Don’t
worry, big guy. The old man got back A-OK.”
    As
Markku approached Amon’s house, Gethen stopped him and took his master’s body
into his arms. Turning to Markku, he nodded in the direction of the town.
“After you do whatever you need to do so he’ll be hid, I need you to find a
healer.”
    “I
don’t know where any are, though.”
    Gethen
glared over the still body in his arms, forcing Markku to step back.
    “Okay.
I get it.  Find one!”
    Gethen
left Markku outside performing his spell and took Amon to his bedroom on the
second floor. Carefully, he removed Markku’s coat and laid Amon on the bed. He
remained unconscious, and in the light of the room, Gethen once again studied
the effects of Nil evident on his body. The former beauty of his master was
absent, replaced with muscle, scars, and fresh injuries.
    Weakened
by the rescue himself and now nauseous from the evidence of the violence he saw
Amon had suffered, he stumbled back into a chair beside the bed and rested
comfortably for the first time in almost a year, hoping that his weakness was
merely overexertion and not something more.
    Hours
later, he awoke to find Amon still unconscious and no sign of Markku. His
immediate reaction was to threaten the missing man, but Gethen stopped himself.
Markku had successfully protected Amon on the trip back from Nil; he wasn’t
still unconscious because of any failure of Markku’s. Gethen knew the journey from
one world to the other might hurt him, but there was no true safeguard against
that. Amon was Aeveren, unlike him, and they didn’t move between worlds easily.
    Markku
would return with the healer soon. Literally, his future happiness depended on
it. Still exhausted, Gethen settled back into the chair and with heavy eyes watched
his master sleep. He’d done it. He’d saved Amon as he’d done for him so many
years ago.
    But
would Amon ever be the same after what had happened to him in Nil?

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Two
    Thea
Forester sat on the edge of the bed glaring as her boyfriend of six months
ignored her in favor of the latest sport he’d decided was more interesting than
the beautiful woman next to him. Reclined against a stack of pillows pushed up
against the wooden headboard of her bed, he stared in rapt attention at the
football game on television.
    It
hadn’t always been like this. When she’d begun dating Cole, it had been
exciting. Thea knew once again in another lifetime that she hadn’t been given a
destined one, but Cole swept her off her feet, enchanting her with his passion
and experiences, even though he’d only lived a mere two lifetimes. And although
their lovemaking had never gotten above the average level, Cole’s concern for
her happiness had impressed her.
    Those
days were long gone now, and Thea wondered if this was all her forty-fifth
lifetime had to offer. Although she’d told herself she couldn’t stand one more
day of the relationship, she’d made a deal with herself to try one more time to
reawaken the romance that had existed between them just six months earlier.
    As
Cole sat transfixed by the spectacle in front of him, Thea trailed kisses
across his stomach and down to the top of his pants. Hearing a sigh, she looked
up to see Cole smiling.
    Good.
Progress.
    She
undid his pants and unzipped them slowly to find him already hard.
    Very
good.
    Cole
liked to talk during sex, so she was pleased to hear him begin to speak as she
began to suck gently on him, even if she wasn’t pleased by what he said. It always
reminded her of how young an Aeveren he truly was, despite being three years
older than she in this lifetime.
    “You
like my big cock in your mouth, baby? Yeah, suck harder.”
    Don’t
listen, Thea.