The Revenge II

by Jaycee Clark

Unedited Excerpt of Revenge II

© Copyright 2005 Jaycee Clark

Prologue

He looked into the pool of water, deep in the forgotten caves, waiting. Waiting to see what the spirits would show him. To see if he were destined as he’d believed.

What he craved was so close.

He’d seen the one he wanted. Whispering to another. Laughing in the fading light of day. And for a moment, just a moment, she’d paused, scanned the crowd.

He liked to think she knew, some part of her knew that he was watching. Waiting. Perhaps some part of her recognized…remembered.

And she damn well should have.

He’d sent one before to bring her to him, but that had been his mistake. He’d entrusted too much to another.

Once a lesson was learned,  he didn’t make the same mistake.

This time, this time he would simply use the other—no more, no less. Then rid himself of the idiot. For now though, he needed the other to obtain what he desired.

He glanced to the side, to the female wolf who was only partially transformed.

Her wrath had been great enough that the magick she’d used in destruction had come back on her.  She’d wanted too much.  Too much power, and revenge.

Not that he didn’t understand revenge. In fact, he understood it all too well. But his was more focused. More to a point, sharpened and honed.  He didn’t burn with hatred, but with affection…with desire…  He would not make the same mistake Selinna did last year.

Yes, last fall had been a mistake. But now the spirits nudged him to move back to what he wanted.

And what he wanted was the love of the woman he’d once possessed not so long ago.

He’d worked too long, set up too many things, to let this go, to let it slide.

The wolf in the corner, whimpered. He ignored her and breathed deep the scent of incense and smoke, the fainter smells of dry sand and the dankness of the cave.

The pool of water was deep, the edges clear, the center an intense turquoise. He was more interested in the fact that the pool was sacred, the waters a mirror to fates.

So he waited. And in his waiting, lusted for that which would be his again.