Chapter 43

Lex found himself swirling with a confusing mixture of emotions, the most prominent one being lust. The woman who'd rescued him looked nothing at all like his picture-perfect Amanda with her blonde locks. Yet this female, whose name he hadn't yet gotten, with her wild brown curls, smooth, tanned skin, and mouth-watering curves, made him want to forget the Oracle, forget his intended. He wanted this feisty beauty. In her soft, pillowy curves, a male could lose himself and never want to leave. He couldn't blame confusion on his near-death experience anymore either. He knew full well she wasn't his for the taking, and yet he wanted her with a desire that almost frightened him with its intensity.

Could the Oracle have made an error? Had his ancestors not looked hard enough? And since when did he doubt his betters? Part of what made Lex a good warrior, and the reason he'd become eligible for a mate, was his unquestioning of orders. His superiors gave him a mission, and he did it. Sim