"But I belong to the Theocrat!" sighed Niri Cantrech in agony, her perfect bosom heaving with emotion. She had spent but a single night with the handsome man who lay beside her... and already she loved him. But what a doomed love!
"As do I " I, a Monk of the Sword. Yet I will defy him! I will take you from this place! Be patient my love " I will return for you!"
Niri swooned, her heart beating hard in her breast as the monk was led away. The ghost of his kiss fluttered upon her lips, the ache of his touch burned her skin. She would wait for him... as would the daughter gestating within her!
She knew that he would come again. And when he did, she swore, she would die before he left her twice.
