Stella of Akrotiri: Deminon Book Tour & Giveaway

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Marcus awoke with a start a few minutes later, a slight breeze cooling his sleep-warm
body. Turning over, he discovered the door he had used to escape the bedchamber the night
before was still open. He glanced at the slumbering Stella, and thought for a moment to simply
remain in the comfortable bed, in the event she wished for his cock again. He would freely
provide it. She had given in equal measure what he had given her, their mutual ecstasy an event
he would gladly experience again. Never had he felt so satiated after a night with a woman.
Even his own wife.
Her words of earlier that morning had him wondering if he had agreed to her
suggestion—that he marry her and become King of Deminon. He couldn’t remember if he had
said anything in response, or if had simply taken the body she offered.
Marcus knew she didn’t want him, exactly, but rather the being with whom he shared his
head. He supposed he couldn’t blame her. Having watched a parade of images, a stream of
memories from the other Immortal’s past, Marcus understood why it was she was so beholden to
Darius.
Why Darius was so beholden to her.

She loved him. Had loved him for all of eternity. Or at least since she had been plucked out
of that olive tree on Thera all those years ago.
And she would continue to love him until the end of Time. Of that, he was quite sure.
But he is not me, Marcus thought, deciding he really needed to close the door.
For the first time that morning, the other being in his head—Darius, he now knew was the
being’s name—put forth a thought.
I am you, and you are me.
Another gust of wind made its way into the bedchamber, as if to reinforce the words.

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