Chapter 17

As the evening sun set, Zeidan led his horse around one tree, then another, and into the clearing that spread out.

"Now we're there."

"And where exactly, is this place?" Lyne asked softly.

"It's an old destroyed building of course." He slipped off his horse and wrapping his arms around Lyne's waist, helped her down. He tied the horse's reins to a tree.

The huge red brick structure glowed under the orange, tiring evening sun. Having part of it break down with a domed roof supported by what pillar was left of the building. It rested on a base three feet high like a half-eaten cake with red-colored sugar frosting on a plate.

"That I can see." Lyne followed behind him, her hand in his. "How stupid of me not to have known. My past life is practically just like this building. How can I not relate to this?"

"You do need to forget about that." Zeidan squeezed her hand passionately. "You are with me now."

"Will it make it better?"

"Of course, it will."

She still has that question lurking in