Redeeming-Love-By-Francine-Rivers

Eleven
In the middle of the journey of our life,
I came to myself in a dark wood.
D A N T E
Angel moaned as Duke bent over her. He laughed softly. “Did you think you
could get away from the Alpha and Omega?”
Someone called to her from a great distance, but Duke kept drowning
out the still, soft voice. “You thought four thousand miles was far enough,
but here I am.”
She strained away from him, trying to hear who was calling her.
Duke pulled her back again. “You belong to me. Oh, yes. Always, and
you know it. I’m the only one you’ll ever belong to.” His breath smelled of
the cloves he chewed after smoking his cheroots. “I know what you’re thinking,
Angel. I can read your mind. Couldn’t I always? Hope all you wish, but
I will never die. Even when you cease to exist, I’ll still live. I am timeless.”
She fought him, but he was not substance to be pushed away. He was
shadow, covering her, taking her back and down into a deep black hole. She
felt her body absorbing him as she fell. He was entering every pore until the
blackness was within her, and she tore at her own flesh. “No, no!”
“Mara. Mara!”
She awakened abruptly, her mouth open in a silent scream. “Mara,”
Michael said gently, sitting on the edge of the bed. She tried to still the shaking
as he brushed her hair away from her face. “You have a lot of nightmares.
What are they about?”
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