Chapter 50: Marinah

I take three thick black volumes of Shadow Warrior history back to my bedroom. The leather is old and supple, the smell that of antique books, which stirs warm fuzzies in my belly.

King gave me a short tour of his home after we left the underground section and also showed me my room. He hasn't kissed me since we arrived and he's given me a separate room. I'm trying not to feel disappointed, but it's a lie. I want to be in King's bed no matter how wrong it is. Technically he's still an enemy of the Federation. And technically, I don't care. He obviously needs time to decide if we should sleep together and I wouldn't appreciate being rushed, so there's no way I'll rush him. I also won't beg.

I pick up one of the worn volumes and open it.

In the beginning, there were two.

In the beginning, one male, one female.

In the beginning, no war, no famine.

In the beginning, love.

Within a short time, I'm enthralled. It's like reading a science fiction novel even though I know these events h