Chapter Three
3 AM, the storm had blasted with more fury out from over the North Sea. Thunder rumbled, rain, lightening and like a Java fire storm, had battered London.
Mandal lay awake and she was naked, warm, and she could hear her breath as well as feel the warmth of a sleeping Oba next to her on the bed.
Her Jade colored eyes were open, and struck within them was ache, wonder and so much confusion. A lightning strike broke high above, illuminating her skin, face, eyes, yet she did not blink.
She inhaled a shard of breath, exhaled and then she calmed, feeling her pulse lessoning as she did.
Carefully, quietly she edged out of the bed, placed her bare feet on the floor, then her elbows on her knees. Fighting back so many raw emotions, she placed her face in her palms and tried to ab
