Heart of Stone #3: THE PROPHESY
AllzStar
PROLOGUE
He had been waiting for her since sundown. It was now well past midnight; the moon had grown bright and was poking beams through the trees and into his starry eyes. The inky black sky, dotted with pinpricks of silver, stretched above him, cloudless and limitless.
A noise from the north startled him out of his peaceful demeanour. The soft sound of distant hoof beets could be heard—it had to be the only sound for miles.
He leapt to his feet, knowing that it was probably her on her way, but being cautious nonetheless.
As the hoof beats drew nearer, he pulled his sword from the scabbard, its magnificent jewelled hilt and perfectly polished blade sparkling in the moonlight.
Indeed, it was her, and he absently dropped the sword and ran to greet her as she slid gracefully off her pony and into his waiting arms.
"You are alone?" she asked quietly.
"We are," he replied, leaning in to kiss her.
She stopped him by pressing her fingertips to his lips. "Are you sure?"
"Dead sure," he replied, smiling against her fingers. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"
"I want you," she admitted, pouting her lower lip.
He chuckled, the sound a low rumble in his chest. Then he became serious. "David?"
"Won't understand," she answered, waving the thought away. "What difference would it make to him anyway?"
"And the other man?" he asked, using the mandatory code language for their meeting.
"He won't know."
"Are you certain?"
The girl bit her full lower lip, her eyes leaving his as she thought through her plans. Strands of her pale hair were plastered to her forehead and cheeks, sticking out from under her drawn hood.
"Yes," she said at last. "He won't know."
"Even if…"
"Even if this meeting has its consequences. He won't know."
He lifted her in the air and spun around with her. Then he set her down and kissed her passionately.
"I want you," she whimpered again.
He was already sliding her cloak over her shoulders.