Stolen Past, Promised Future
A creature with scarlet skin, a skull adorned with twisted horns, wielding a pitch fork. A cloven hoofed satyr, a possessed child, or a mythical trickster. All depictions of devils across the globe but the only demon Cassandra had known possessed the unearthly beauty of a morning star.
In two lifetimes, he haunted her, and in her previous life, she’d lost everything to his insatiable lust. But this was the twenty-first century, and millions no longer believed in the sun god, Apollo. His temples lay in ruins and no acolytes prostrated themselves before his effigy. Still, Cassandra knew, weakened as he might be, he was still a god. Immortal and more powerful than she could dream. There would be no room for error today.
The setting sun, filtered through a canopy of green, illuminated the cottage, and Cassandra’s eyes fell on the chess table tucked into an alcove that overlooked the mountain forest beyond. Eventually, her gaze turned to the golden-haired man lazing across her lap.
“Shall we play a game?” Cassandra asked.