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He held her heart.

EVE SILVER

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She wanted his. Wanted his heart.

“Dagan…” His name was her beacon, her light in

the darkness, and then he was gone and she was alone.

Alone.

“Dagan!”

With a cry, Roxy jerked awake and vaulted to a sitting position, chest heaving, eyes wide.

Tears pricked her eyes, of loss and disappointment.

Just a dream.

Always the same damned, fucking dream.

Scrubbing one hand over her face, she reached

blindly and turned on the bedside lamp. The pillows

were strewn across the room. The blankets and sheets

were twisted and lay half off the bed, puddling on the

floor. Her gaze skittered from corner to corner, her

ears straining to hear any sound.

Nothing there. There never was.

She was alone. Always alone.

But the thing that got her, that made her chest twist

up tight, was the knowledge that in her darkest heart,

she didn’t want to be.

CHAPTER EIGHT

I know you, and I know your name,

And I know the names of the two and forty gods

Who live in the Hall of the Two Truths,

Who imprison the sinners, and feed upon their

blood.

—The Egyptian Book of the Dead,

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