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An Excerpt From: Spell of the Chameleon
© Copyright Titania Ladley, 2004.
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He moved one threatening step closer. His fists clenched, as did his pearly white teeth. She could all but see the steam shooting from his nostrils. His magnificent body flexed with each animalistic motion of his limbs, each breath he took. And she thought of a mighty dragon breathing his fire and wrath for all to see.
“Woman…” he began with a warning tone. Clearly restraining himself from attacking her, he stopped in his tracks. Through clamped teeth, he said, “State your reason for returning to taunt me, or else I cannot be held accountable for my actions.”
Mia inhaled the rugged scent of him, the caged beast stalking his prey, expression contorted with pure hatred. He was a giant to be feared, to heed. Fearless, she crossed her arms and looked up into the deep chocolate brown of his eyes.
She shrugged. “I don’t know why I’ve come.”
His dark brows arched mockingly. “You don’t know why you’ve come?” he echoed.
“No,” she replied, cutting the Harley engine. She swung a leg over the bike and removed her helmet. With a shake of her head, she released her hair, its thick mass tumbling to her shoulders. Purposefully, she stood before him and sat the helmet upon the cushioned seat. “I haven’t a clue.”
She thought she heard him growl before he replied, “You condemned me to live in a solitary hell with naught but myself for company for well over three centuries...