The Man From Forever. Dawn Flindt
her by planting himself between her and freedom. He’d done that before, and she remembered the mix of fear and anticipation that had filled her. The same emotions coursed through her, leaving her without the strength to do anything except fight them—and him.
“What are you?” he demanded. “Are you a shaman? Why did you end my forever sleep? Why?”
“Forever sleep? What are you talking about?”
Without doing more than shifting his weight from his left hip to his right, he put an end to her outburst. She waited, not wanting to hear what he had to say but sensing that this was why he’d approached her. “I do not belong here. This is not my time. But you walked onto this land, and somehow you reached me.”
“Not—your time?”
“I do not want to be here. I want back my forever sleep.”
A deep-felt melancholy rode his words. Irrationally, she wanted to fling it away and gift him with something to make him smile. “But you have destroyed that,” he continued before she could think what she possibly might say. “And now I know why.”
“You—you’re not saying you were dead? Please don’t try to make me believe that.”
“How little you know! Death or life. That is all your people understand. But there is more. The magic of a great shaman.”
Insane. Insane. But no matter how many times the words echoed inside her, she knew she’d never say them. Unbelievably aware of his presence, she waited for him to continue. “I was undead but not part of this time. I slept, the endless sleep of one who has taken the midnight medicine. It was what I wanted.”
“Midnight medicine? What—”
“And then you came.” Although the day was rapidly growing brighter, his eyes seemed to be getting even darker than they’d been at the beginning. “With his blood flowing in your veins, you stepped on Maklaks land and robbed me of my peace.”
He’d been in some kind of suspended animation; was that what he was trying to tell her? The logical part of her mind screamed at her to tell him he was crazy for saying this, but she had no explanation for what and who he was—none that made any more sense than the explanation he’d just given her. Despite her undiminished fear of him, excitement began building inside her. It left her both weak and unbelievably strong. She was an anthropologist, a trained professional dedicated to unveiling the mysteries of the past.
This morning she stood face-to-face with the past.
She didn’t realize her mouth had gaped open until he pressed the flat of his hand against it. “Stop! You will not laugh at me!”
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