Patha lay like the dead, wearing a golden satin robe, with her glorious red hair draped all down the bed. It nearly winded Lar. Patha’s silky skin no longer hid under a thick layer of ashes. Her pale face reminded him of the dead he visited. He had never seen anything more beautiful. Immediately, Lar acknowledged the tie of magic in his heart that Dayo had explained. The bond was indeed strong. Here was a woman he would die for. How could that be? He didn't question that the allure was real.
Since the moment Tanzaa had given him his Heart Stone, such magic had dictated his life and he had willingly followed its demands, but never did he think that it would manipulate him so skillfully into loving a perfect stranger so swiftly, effortlessly. He looked over at Dayo and Tanzaa, both smiling
