Chapter 13Markle lay down in bed, but he could not sleep. The prospect of the goddess being at the edge of his awareness kept his eyes wide open. He refused to surrender to unconsciousness and give her reign over his life.
Frye insisted magic was innately good and the goddess pure. How could Markle believe that with all the harm caused by magic? Even this chance encounter with Frye upset his plans. The dancer completely threw him off his path to Grincewood. Things would have been so much easier if they’d never met.
Markle turned his head and peered at Frye through the darkness. The other man’s face was relaxed, lacking the usual tightness he thought he hid. Even barely glimpsed, the dancer was beautiful. On their first meeting Frye had seemed nondescript, but now Markle could pick out th
