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the powerful bond between them. But instead of it seeming like an insufferable fate, as he’d imagined it would, the connection filled him with quiet strength and a profound peace of mind. No matter what came next, he would find a way to be with her.
    “Say you want me,” he panted between kisses.
    Maggie peeled herself away and looked him in the eyes. “What
are
you?”
    “Does it really matter, Margaret? You feel we are meant to be together, and I have waited my entire existence for you. You feel the truth, so say it. Say you want me.”
    What could she say? Whatever he was, he’d just blown her ship deep into the swelling waves of uncharted waters. And that kiss! It was an ancient cyclone of nomadic wind that had journeyed across thousands of centuries, witnessing his life. Every exhilarating emotion and mundane thought, every beat of his neglected heart—she watched it all. She saw the faces of everyone he’d helped, his brethren, his foes. She felt his frustration for the role thrust upon him and the compulsion that kept him going even when he believed he might go mad if he lived another day as a god.
    Oh lord!
Her mind sputtered. It was as though she’d been living on a Wild West movie set and had suddenly decided to peer through the saloon window, only to find the real world just on the other side.
    He was telling the truth.
But how could gods exist without anyone knowing? The world was not at all what she’d believed.
    A lifetime of manufactured façades crumbled at her feet, and in this new reality, each sliver of bone in her trembling body sang with the truth: She was born to be with him. This was why no other man had ever touched her heart.
I’m not broken…
    Maggie sighed. Yes, she wanted him. She would never breathe again without him. She would shrivel up and die this very instant without the rough touch of his hands on her bare skin, without knowing his lips intimately exploring her body, and without having him deep inside her. Every cell in Maggie’s body threatened to collapse if her body didn’t get its way.
    “Yes,” she finally purred.
    A twinge of wicked victory shaped his full, stubble-framed lips. “Yes, what?”
    “You’re really going to make me say it?”
    “Naturally.”
    “I want you,” she said with her mouth, but her eyes boldly told him what was now in her heart and soul: the insane, magnanimous, epic truth that words could never articulate: She was his. At least, she sure the hell wanted to be.
    “That wasn’t begging.”
    “Don’t push it,” she hissed.
    “I didn’t say you have to beg with words.”
    He gently set her on the ground, steadying her on her good ankle. “Show me how you feel with your body.” He undid the top button of her dress.
    Her insides twisted into a knot of anticipation.
    Another button.
    And another.
    She swallowed.
    “Lovely.” He ran his callused fingertips over the swells of her half-exposed breasts, and strummed those taut ropes, which braced her sails, like the strings of a guitar.
    His hand stopped. “And what is this?”
    It was a necklace. She hadn’t removed it since the day her father—
Christ!
Her father!
    She stepped back and fisted shut the open panels of her dress. “There’s something I have to tell you.” She instinctively knew there could be no secrets between them.
    Oh God. I’ve gone insane. Haven’t I? I can’t believe this is all happening.
    Chaam closed the gap between them. “Can it wait? If it’s about the species question, I assure you I do not care. I would still want you even if you were part chupacabra.”
    What the flapjack is a chupacabra?
    She shook her head no. “My father is missing. That’s why I was in the jungle. And as much as I want to do this with you—as incredibly insane as that is—which I won’t argue with because you are clearly, clearly something different, and I am clearly, clearly not ever going to get you out of my system or head or life because I
did
see the vision, and it