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and a feeling
of purpose that outweighed the convictions of his past.
    Looking back to Viktoras, he smiled and nodded, “Yes, Commander. I
understand.”
    Patting him on the shoulder, Viktoras turned back towards their
tent and went on, “It is paramount that you know that the only way your life
may become forfeit is if you allow someone to take your head or are stuck down
by Zeus’ lightning.”
    Romanus nodded, raising his hand to brow at the Commander’s
warning then chuckling when he thought that not even those who had betrayed him
had been able to remove his head. “I understand,” he murmured.
     Viktoras continued, “Lastly, you will have a mate, your
fýlakas tis kardiás mou, the keeper of your heart. The one woman in all the
world who can save your doomed soul and breathe life into your dead heart. She
will be the perfect complement to your darkness, a light that shines so
brightly there are no shadows for you to use as cover. She will know your every
weakness, share your every secret, and accept you for all that you are. This
gift from the gods will be your only nourishment from the moment that she
recognizes you as her one true mate.”
    “You will know the moment of her birth. There will be an awakening
in the depths of your soul and you will feel the need to go to her, but you
must wait. When the time is right and the gods deem that she is ready to accept
you for who and what you are, she will come to you. You must indoctrinate her
into our world and complete the mating ritual before nightfall of your three
thousandth year or you will cease to exist. Without her and your commitment to
one another, you will return to the ether from whence you came, ashes to ashes
and dust to dust. You will enter the Elysian Fields and live a hero’s
afterlife.”
    A knock at the library door drew Roman from his thoughts. Turning,
he saw his long-time companion and assistant, Gregorio, who announced, “Dinner
preparations are underway. Your clothes are laid out in your room and Laurent
has pulled the car to the front in preparations to pick up Miss St. James.”
    “Thank you, Gregorio. Please tell Laurent to be sure to have the
flowers in hand when he knocks on her door and that he is to leave in exactly
twenty minutes.”
    “As you wish, sir. Anything else?”
    “Not right now. Thank you again, Gregorio”
    Following his assistant out of the study, Roman took the back
stairs to his room to prepare for the most important date of his very long
life. The warm water of the shower rushed over his skin as thoughts of Cynthia
flooded his mind. Unable and unwilling to stop the smile that crossed his face,
the king hummed a popular tune as he rinsed the shampoo from his hair. The
words floated through his mind as an accompaniment to the images of the
beautiful woman whom he would spend eternity loving…
    When your soul finds the soul it was waiting for. When someone
walks into your heart through an open door. When your hand finds the hand it
was meant it hold, don’t let go.
    “And now, that I have you, I have no intention of letting go.
Cynthia St. James, you are mine, now and forever…

 
    Chapter Three
     
    “Good Lordy, woman, isn’t your closet empty yet?” Adele chuckled
loudly from the living room as Cynthia stood before her full length mirror in
the umpteenth outfit she’s tried on, still not happy with how she looked.
    Throwing her hands in the air, she sighed. “Oh, what the hell
ever. This is as good as it gets. God knows there’s no bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
going on around here tonight and I’m sure as hell not Cinderella.”
    “But you’re a close second,” Adele teased as she walked into the
room and handed Cyn a glass of wine. “You look beautiful.”
    Cyn opened her mouth to argue but Adele held up her free hand and
raised an eyebrow. “Stop right there. Face the facts. The man is gah-gah over
you. You could show up in a gunny sack and he’d be salivatin’ like a dog with a
bone.” She winked.