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Chapter 9.

The silence between us makes me remember what it was I wanted for her, for her life; and what actually became of it.

I have gotten over the fact that she signed with mercs after I left her with Imam. I should have known better than to leave her there. Though the holy man cared for her, he truly did not understand her. And I understand what she had to become to survive; A killer and convict like me. Yet, I still can't fathom her willingness to die for me. It's because of me she's stuck here – in this hell; unnoticed and disregarded.

I reach for her hand. I am surprised she isn't cold to the touch; but she isn't warm either. Her skin is soft, almost velvet-like.

I study her hand, my finger tracing the lines on her palm. One of my whores once said that you can tell a persons' future by the lines on their hands. I wonder what it is hers' really says.

I bring her hand to my lips and kiss it softly.

"I'm sorry Jack.

I'm sorry Kyra."

The tears began to flow down her cheeks and she lowers her head.

"Look at me." I whisper.

As she raises her head, her slightly swollen eyes twinkle like the stars in the night sky with her fresh fallen tears.

She flashes me a loving smile, one that literally lights up her entire face, as her hand slips from mine. She runs the back of her fingers down my cheek as she moves to stand in front of me. She leans down, our lips meeting for one of the most incredible kisses I can remember..

Slowly I rise; our lips still joined. She opens her mouth slightly, inviting me in. I let out a small growl as the warmth that her skin lacked seemed to radiate from within, as our tongues slowly begin to explore, delving into depths neither of us remembered we had. My hands found their way to her back, pulling her closer. Hers have found their way up my arms, to the back of my head and neck with almost the same pull.

My head is swimming in the fact that this is Kyra in my arms, pressed against me. The fact that she tasted sweeter than she smelled, nearly pushed me over the edge. Gradually, we parted, only because I know this can't happen. Not yet.

I couldn't stop staring into her eyes as she smiled, her eyes laced with desire.

For many years I had dreamt of those eyes. They were innocent dreams at first, attached to the body of which they belonged. Over the years, as I wondered how she had grown – what it was she looked like, was when the dreams became lustful and passionate. I knew I was wrong to think those things, she was nothing more than a child when I left her. But no matter how hardI tried, my thoughts always came back to her.

When I first caught a glimpse of her on Crematoria, I was floored by her beauty, her strength. She was no more the child she once was when I left her. Her posture spoke of confidence and conviction. Never in my wildest, most erotic dreams, did she ever look like that.

I felt her body tense, and her face harden.

"What?" I asked, hoping it was just my imagination.

"It's time for your dinner date." She grinned evilly.

I raised an eyebrow at her, confused briefly by her comment, until I realized I invited the Vaakos' to dinner.

"Fuck!" I growled.

Her soft chuckle danced in my ears as she disappeared.

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