Guy N. Smith Sabat 4 The Dru

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must be killed. And then, and only then, Kent would know true peace of mind.
Death was but a phase of life, a stepping stone to the promised land hidden
beyond the shadows.
Sabat and Shyaena must die! Kent seated himself on the grave of Sir Henry
Grayne and prepared to wait. No longer was the night cold and hostile for he
was part of it, an initiate awaiting a greater truth and understanding.
CHAPTER NINE
'WELL?' SHEENAH glanced up as Sabat came back into the house. 'Did you find
him?'
'Yes,' Sabat looked mentally and physically drained. 'He's back in his room at
the White Horse. I guess during the daytime hours he's as safe there as
anywhere. Last night has shattered him just the same as it's shattered us.
Sleep is what we all need, then tonight the battle begins again!"
'I've made some coffee,' Sheenah slid a mug of steaming dark fluid across the
unit towards her companion. 'I guess we're all fighting on the same side now,
Sabat. By the way, I told you the truth about my mother being a white witch.
And I didn't intend to kill you and Kent of my own free will. I was
psychically attacked just as you were and there was nothing I could do about
it.'
'I believe you,' he smiled, closed his eyes momentarily. 'But we're not
fighting the ancient druids now, Sheenah. We're fighting corruption and
hypocrisy; Bishop Boyce, this builder, Hurst, and the planning officer who
made the deal possible in the first place. But there's no way the old ones are
going to relinquish their hunt for us. We've got to move fast.'
'Couldn't we go after these men right away, maybe get it all settled by the
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time darkness comes again?'
'It won't be quite as easy as that,' he gave a hollow laugh. 'We'll need
darkness to cover us in our fight against these men also. I may have to kill
and make sure that I leave no trace for the police to follow!' 'Oh, my God!'
There is no alternative. The old ones will accept nothing less than settlement
in blood. Far better that these evil men die, for whilst they live and the
deal goes on, more innocent lives will be lost. Take it from me, Sheenah, the
Oke Priests will kill and kill again until their sacred land is safer
'You're right,' she sipped her coffee. 'And I'll help you, Sabat, because my
father, Alda, wants it that way and my mother, Alena, would have wished it so
even though you destroyed her.'
'Sleep first,' Sabat drained his mug and stood up. 'We shall need all our
strength for this coming night. There are three bedrooms. You can choose
whether you sleep on your own or with me.'
For a moment their eyes met; both remembered what had happened between them
the previous night, a mating witnessed by the high priest of the old ones; a
rape that had finally been acceptable to the one whom Alda called Shyaena.
'I'd prefer to sleep with you,' she murmured, and together they made their way
upstairs.
Sheenah stepped out of her dress, threw it across a chair, then slid between
the sheets, watching Sabat undress through slitted eyes that were heavy with
weariness. She hadn't dreamed it all last night; his body was lithe and
muscular and so sensual, the kind of man who could seduce any woman he wished.
Just the sight of him brought a quiver to her flesh, a faint moistness between
her thighs. So pleasurable just to think about even when you were too
exhausted to make it anyway. But you promised yourself that before much
longer. . . .
Sabat and Sheenah slept the sleep of the exhausted that even erotic dreams
were incapable of disturbing.
Sabat experienced one awful, frightening thought that he was again the victim
of a psychic attack. Even as he fought his way out of the depths of slumber he
felt the familiar tightness on his chest, the weighty sensation that
invariably heralded the beginning of an attack.
As his eyes opened the first thing he saw was Sheenah; dark and beautiful. And
naked. Astride him, a smile playing about her pert mouth. He was aware also
that outside the sky was turning saffron with the coming of dusk.
'Hey, we should be making a move,' he grunted. 'It'll be dark in half an hour.
We've slept the day through.'
'And as a result we're both refreshed,' Sheenah laughed. 'What better time to
make love than on waking?'
Sabat tensed; an inward struggle was taking place. Push this girl away, get
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