Chapter Eleven
Rune pulled away from the two men who were confusing her more and more. They kissed her and said she was theirs, but she knew that could never happen. In all the previous lives since her death the first time, she had never been tempted. Of course, the only men she ever encountered before were either not interested in her in that way or trying to kill her.
And usually very successful at it, she thought ruefully as she brushed her hand over her stomach as she thought of Randolph.
She walked toward the beautiful Christmas rose, stopping to touch the soft petals. She sighed heavily. She had never told anyone about who or what she was before. She had never had a need to, but something told her she didn’t have the time to waste trying to figure out what was going on.
What did
