TROY - LOVERS IN THE MISTS
PAGE TWO OF CHAPTER TWO
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As she glanced out the window, the garden seemed to fill with a thin mist. She
remembered Achilles’ face from another time, his hair longer, with beads
braided into it. He was heavily tanned, and wearing scarlet armor over his
massive shoulders instead of the stylish black dress shirt he now wore.
Her eyes grew wide and glassy, the pupils enlarged, and her face turned a
little pale. His features seemed translucent and wavered for an instant. She
was held in fascinated arousal
by the same face and body, yet somehow, the features were more
authoritative and stern, as if he held the lives of many at his command, and
the responsibility of their welfare reflected
in his eyes and face.
“Genia!” Achilles voice held some concern. “Are you unwell?”
“I am fine, only…” Genia didn’t want to pull away from his arms. They felt so
strong and right, a feeling she had been without for what seemed centuries.
Reality began to invade her utopia, the mood fading. “I have never had such
an experience before. I saw you dressed, well, differently.” Her hand rested
lightly on his shoulder, breathing in his manly scent. Genia saw concern for
her in his eyes, but she drew his lips down to hers.
Achilles seemed no longer able to fight the thirst for her lips despite the
paleness of her face. He kissed her, long and deeply, when she drew his
mouth to hers. The first full taste
of his lips filled her with sweet desire, and she answered his embrace with the
same fullness. He tightened his embrace, pulling her willing body closer to his
own. His tongue swept
across hers and teased just a little before he drew away to look down on her
face, pale against his black shirt, her head resting on his shoulder.
“Genia, did you faint?” he said softly, fearing she might have done just that.
“No, my Lord Achilles.” She smiled sweetly, her eyes closed, her face tilted
upward toward his, anticipating another kiss. “You but overwhelm me in the
zeal of your desires. Kiss me again quickly, before my father Agamemnon
comes and sees us.” Genia anxiously answered him in perfect Greek, but in
an ancient dialect and accent, one Achilles would not have recognized had he
not studied ancient languages.
“Genia!” Achilles said, alarmed, but she drew his mouth back down to hers,
making another kiss unavoidable. Her vision engulfed him, a strange mist
flowing through the open window, shrouding them in a pocket of lost time.
Suddenly they weren’t in the restaurant, but a garden, late in the evening,
torchlight reflecting in the still ponds. Genia was dressed in long period robes
of fine wine-hued linen, her right shoulder exposing her milk-white, smooth
skin. The garment was
held together and supported by an emerald broach on her left shoulder, her
long hair partially coiffed in braids. Achilles’ mouth left hers after another kiss
filled with passion and promise to stare in awe at their surroundings. “Genia,”
he said softly, noticing by the look in her eyes reality had returned, “What has
happened?” As if drawn by a vacuum, the mist dissipated, and their clothing
returned to normal.
* * * *
Slowly Genia sat up, still feeling strange, remembering what had just
transpired. Frightened by the way they were dressed while surrounded by the
mist, she looked at Achilles in a worried manner. “What did I say?” she asked
anxiously.
He repeated her words and explained in what dialect and language she had
spoken. As the waiter passed their table, Achilles inconspicuously signaled
him to close the drapes that
hung around the alcove their table sat in, giving them more privacy. He took
her trembling hands in his. “Genia, you don’t know how to speak that
language, do you?” Achilles asked.
“No, I speak only a little modern Turkish and a few words of Greek, as you
know.” Shaken, Genia exclaimed,
“What has come over me? This isn’t the first time.” She explained the episode
the first morning on the dig. “Before coming here,” she added, “I have had
small…ah…visions.” She
shrugged. “Never anything like this.”
“You aren’t the only one having these…visions,” Achilles quietly admitted,
then told her of the short one he’d experienced while he waited for her to
change.
“Have you encountered this before as well?”
“Not exactly, but the ruins at Troy have always been a special place for me.
Mom used to take me there, and things would happen.” He shrugged.
“Like what?”
“We would find small artifacts where the archaeologist already completed an
excavation. Artifacts they should have found, but it was more like I was meant
to find.” He shrugged
again.
“That’s like the room I found today,” Genia said softly. Then, with some
hesitation, she explained about the chamber she’d discovered. “I know if I tell
the professor, he will take
full credit, and after what I have been told about him, he may take what is in
the room.”
“Genia, as you know, the dig is on my family’s land, and the artifacts are
property of the Turkish government because we have dedicated them to the
National Archives. Professor
Memnon has come under suspicion before, not only of keeping artifacts but of
doing other things he should not.”
“Tell me about it,” Genia said with some sarcasm.
“What do you mean?” Achilles asked with some concern.
Genia explained about Brianna and the advances the professor made toward
her. She drew back, afraid of what she saw in Achilles’ eyes.
“No, Genia,” he said, before kissing her hands. “I am not angry with you, but
with him,” Achilles was quick to assure her. “Tell me what you were doing
earlier today when we met?”
She explained about the errands the professor sent her on and why she made
him give her written authorization. She told Achilles about making copies, and
putting the originals
and one set of copies in the safe-deposit box, then sending the second to her
parents’ home in Florida. “I know what he’s going to attempt. He will attempt
to say I stole the card, then try to either force me to go to bed with him, or
now, after we have gone out, he will try to have me arrested. I was relieved
you witnessed me returning the card.”
“No, he won’t try that now. This is the last straw. I will speak with my father.
You aren’t going back there tonight,” Achilles told her.
“I have to. I value my work, Achilles.” Genia was quiet.
“Besides, there is something else…”
“What just happened?” Achilles guessed.
“Yes, I am drawn to those digs and to you. I’ve known you before, and, until I
know what has happened to us, I have to be on those digs. Since I was a girl, I’
ve been drawn to the digs and to Troy. I’ve had visions before. I am meant to
be here.” Genia felt much better herself now, knowing they had both shared
one of her visions. “I also want to know what is in that room. I found it. But I
believe the entire team should get credit. I don’t want to see him claim it all,
as if he alone dug it out with his clean hands,” Genia explained, then looked at
her own damaged hands, embarrassed, and put them beneath the table.
“Now let me explain what happened to me…” When he finished, he added,
“There is more going on here than a simple dig. Genia, you don’t have to live
at the dig. You can live with me and work at the dig. I have a car you can drive
back and forth,” Achilles offered.
“How would that look to the others?” Genia protested.
“Do you care?” Achilles asked, looking into her eyes.
“Genia, we were meant to be together. I can’t explain it, but I knew when we
met in the bank.” His hand slipped behind her neck, and he drew her to him to
enfold her in his arms. He felt a shiver pass through her and held her closer.
His fingers laced through her luscious long hair as his mouth possessed hers.
“Stay with me?” he asked gently when he released her.
“What will your parents think?” Genia asked. “And you’ve only known me for
less than twenty-four hours. What will they think of me? I will look like…well,
a…” She didn’t say the words.
“They will think I have found the woman of my life and, if I know my very
intuitive mother, she will know what all this business is about.” Achilles
laughed.
“What do you mean by that?” Genia asked suspiciously.
“Mom always said my name held meaning, a special meaning. I just thought
she was being a mom, you know. No matter what country you come from,
they are always the same,” Achilles said. “And yes, Genia, she is much like
Thetas.”
He smiled slyly. “Besides, I will not be able to sleep with you at the dig.”
Pausing, his tone became serious. “I will not take you back there. I know in my
gut, my instincts, that it is dangerous for you. First, we will talk to my father,
but tonight you will come to my place. We can call him from there.” Achilles
laid a sum of money on the table, bid the owner a pleasant evening, thanking
him for a wonderful dinner, and left.
Achilles’ home was a spacious apartment in a new multiplex on the upper side
of the beach. He parked his car and led her up to the third-floor apartment.
“Home,” he said simply.
Genia turned to him. She wanted him. By coming with him, she consented to
that. Good heavens, I didn’t even bring a change of underwear and no birth
control. “Achilles…” she started to say, but he surrounded her with his arms.
He gazed into her green eyes, and Genia was lost in his Aegean blue gaze.
Gentle lips teased hers. He touched them again, and his mouth possessed
hers. Genia let her need for him take over.
Her arms wrapped around his neck to run her fingers through his wavy blond
hair, unusual for a Greek. His mouth left hers to nibble at her neck and down to
the tie of her black dress.
He deftly untied it, freeing her breasts. Gentle hands reverently held them
both, his thumbs massaging her nipples. Abruptly, Genia felt her legs swept
from beneath her, and he carried her to bed. Genia had no time to appreciate
the room, all her attention on Achilles. Later, she would be amazed at his
taste. For now, she was on Olympus, with his mouth on her breasts, and his
tongue teasing her nipples until they were hard knots. Sensations coursed
through her from his mouth, spreading first from one stimulated breast to the
other while he kissed and teased them. Genia slipped her hands beneath his
shirt to caress his muscles and unbuttoned the black pearl buttons. With
shaking hands, she pushed the garment from his broad shoulders.
“Genia, you are perfection,” Achilles murmured hoarsely.
“No other woman could compare.”
“Perfection describes you!” Genia exclaimed, unzipping his dark slacks to
push them from his slender hips; his hard cock straining for release from his
silk jockey briefs. She gently smoothed her hand over his enlarged penis to
feel the heat through the silken fabric of his undergarment. Boldly, she
released his staff from the restraint of his briefs and drew them from his body
to marvel at his perfect male form. Before her was Achilles of the Iliad in all
his glory. Genia caressed both his sinewy thighs, kissing his flat stomach and
his magnificent body. Weakened from the intensity of the ecstasy she
willingly bestowed on him, he stretched out next to her and pulled Genia
close.
“One day, just one day, and I know it is right,” Achilles said in honest
amazement. “We were meant to be here together. I can’t explain it, but I feel
like we’ve been kept apart for centuries.” His lips took hers while his hands
slowly removed her dress, finding she wore a garter belt to hold up her hose
beneath the black dress he had only loosened the top to. He snapped the thin
strap of her black thong panties between his strong hands and, seeing a bit of
objection in her eyes, assured her, “I will replace them on the morrow.”
Achilles laid her back among the many pillows on his bed, spread her legs,
and combed his fingers through the thick dark hair of her shaped, trimmed
mound. Genia groaned as he slipped a gentle finger between her labia lips,
finding, as he’ d expected, she was hot, wet, and ready for his aching erection.
“I want you!” Genia said. “But I was not prepared for this kind of night.”
* * * *
Achilles smiled, knowing to what she referred. He quickly produced and
donned the thin protection. With a knee between her legs, he slowly entered
her, merging with her body. Watching her green eyes widen with the rapture
he brought her, he wondered at the tinge of fear he saw mingle there. Achilles
didn’t realize the depth of fierceness showing from his eyes, aroused from the
passion and pleasure of at last uniting with the woman he had searched for.
Achilles hugged her precious body close, pumping into her, his hardened
length filling her, touching the complete measure of her wet sheath until they
both found their climaxes together.
He didn’t release her when they had finished but held her close. His soul had
waited centuries for her. Truly, the gods had decreed they be together at last.
He had read Homer in the original Greek. He knew how Iphigenia died and
how the original Achilles loved her, witnessing her death at the hand of her
father in unexpected horror before the war began. Without her death, there
would have been no war. The wind would never have shifted without the
sacrifice of the royal maiden Iphigenia that Artemis demanded in exchange for
favorable winds and as payment for the killing of a mother rabbit and her
young by a Greek warrior.
How strange it was, as if the cosmos had once again opened for them, to carry
them back in time to another place. Suddenly he became afraid of losing her
to professor Memnon. Not that she would fall in love with the man, but that he
might do her harm. Achilles knew Genia was Iphigenia reincarnated, and he
suspected Professor Memnon had been Agamemnon long ago and would
attempt to kill Genia. It didn’t matter that they were not at the exact places
where the event had occurred before, only that could occur again.
“Genia, I love you,” Achilles told her. “I realize we’ve only met today, but I too
feel we’ve known each other much longer. You can’t go back to the dig to live.
If you must work there, I will understand, but please do not sleep there. I truly
fear for you.”
Genia searched his eyes, knowing he spoke from his heart. His anxiety for her
was real. “I’ll stay with you, Achilles. The professor, well, he scares me too,
and I don’t know why. I’ve never feared a man in my entire life.”
“Good, it is settled.” Achilles smiled. “You will stay here.
Tomorrow, I will take you to the dig and have you onsite before seven so the
professor can’t make a problem out of that, but I am staying the day. After you
are finished, I will take you to meet my parents. I will call my father tonight so
they will expect us.”
“This is awfully fast for me, Achilles. Archaeologists aren’t used to things
moving so fast,” Genia said seriously.
“I don’t know what is happening, but I don’t think things will progress slowly
now. If you and I are having these…memories…” He paused to think. “I
wonder if possibly the professor is as well?” Achilles picked up his cell phone
and dialed his parents’ number. It was Greek to Genia—she understood a little,
a word here and there, but the general tone of the conversation was positive.
remembered Achilles’ face from another time, his hair longer, with beads
braided into it. He was heavily tanned, and wearing scarlet armor over his
massive shoulders instead of the stylish black dress shirt he now wore.
Her eyes grew wide and glassy, the pupils enlarged, and her face turned a
little pale. His features seemed translucent and wavered for an instant. She
was held in fascinated arousal
by the same face and body, yet somehow, the features were more
authoritative and stern, as if he held the lives of many at his command, and
the responsibility of their welfare reflected
in his eyes and face.
“Genia!” Achilles voice held some concern. “Are you unwell?”
“I am fine, only…” Genia didn’t want to pull away from his arms. They felt so
strong and right, a feeling she had been without for what seemed centuries.
Reality began to invade her utopia, the mood fading. “I have never had such
an experience before. I saw you dressed, well, differently.” Her hand rested
lightly on his shoulder, breathing in his manly scent. Genia saw concern for
her in his eyes, but she drew his lips down to hers.
Achilles seemed no longer able to fight the thirst for her lips despite the
paleness of her face. He kissed her, long and deeply, when she drew his
mouth to hers. The first full taste
of his lips filled her with sweet desire, and she answered his embrace with the
same fullness. He tightened his embrace, pulling her willing body closer to his
own. His tongue swept
across hers and teased just a little before he drew away to look down on her
face, pale against his black shirt, her head resting on his shoulder.
“Genia, did you faint?” he said softly, fearing she might have done just that.
“No, my Lord Achilles.” She smiled sweetly, her eyes closed, her face tilted
upward toward his, anticipating another kiss. “You but overwhelm me in the
zeal of your desires. Kiss me again quickly, before my father Agamemnon
comes and sees us.” Genia anxiously answered him in perfect Greek, but in
an ancient dialect and accent, one Achilles would not have recognized had he
not studied ancient languages.
“Genia!” Achilles said, alarmed, but she drew his mouth back down to hers,
making another kiss unavoidable. Her vision engulfed him, a strange mist
flowing through the open window, shrouding them in a pocket of lost time.
Suddenly they weren’t in the restaurant, but a garden, late in the evening,
torchlight reflecting in the still ponds. Genia was dressed in long period robes
of fine wine-hued linen, her right shoulder exposing her milk-white, smooth
skin. The garment was
held together and supported by an emerald broach on her left shoulder, her
long hair partially coiffed in braids. Achilles’ mouth left hers after another kiss
filled with passion and promise to stare in awe at their surroundings. “Genia,”
he said softly, noticing by the look in her eyes reality had returned, “What has
happened?” As if drawn by a vacuum, the mist dissipated, and their clothing
returned to normal.
* * * *
Slowly Genia sat up, still feeling strange, remembering what had just
transpired. Frightened by the way they were dressed while surrounded by the
mist, she looked at Achilles in a worried manner. “What did I say?” she asked
anxiously.
He repeated her words and explained in what dialect and language she had
spoken. As the waiter passed their table, Achilles inconspicuously signaled
him to close the drapes that
hung around the alcove their table sat in, giving them more privacy. He took
her trembling hands in his. “Genia, you don’t know how to speak that
language, do you?” Achilles asked.
“No, I speak only a little modern Turkish and a few words of Greek, as you
know.” Shaken, Genia exclaimed,
“What has come over me? This isn’t the first time.” She explained the episode
the first morning on the dig. “Before coming here,” she added, “I have had
small…ah…visions.” She
shrugged. “Never anything like this.”
“You aren’t the only one having these…visions,” Achilles quietly admitted,
then told her of the short one he’d experienced while he waited for her to
change.
“Have you encountered this before as well?”
“Not exactly, but the ruins at Troy have always been a special place for me.
Mom used to take me there, and things would happen.” He shrugged.
“Like what?”
“We would find small artifacts where the archaeologist already completed an
excavation. Artifacts they should have found, but it was more like I was meant
to find.” He shrugged
again.
“That’s like the room I found today,” Genia said softly. Then, with some
hesitation, she explained about the chamber she’d discovered. “I know if I tell
the professor, he will take
full credit, and after what I have been told about him, he may take what is in
the room.”
“Genia, as you know, the dig is on my family’s land, and the artifacts are
property of the Turkish government because we have dedicated them to the
National Archives. Professor
Memnon has come under suspicion before, not only of keeping artifacts but of
doing other things he should not.”
“Tell me about it,” Genia said with some sarcasm.
“What do you mean?” Achilles asked with some concern.
Genia explained about Brianna and the advances the professor made toward
her. She drew back, afraid of what she saw in Achilles’ eyes.
“No, Genia,” he said, before kissing her hands. “I am not angry with you, but
with him,” Achilles was quick to assure her. “Tell me what you were doing
earlier today when we met?”
She explained about the errands the professor sent her on and why she made
him give her written authorization. She told Achilles about making copies, and
putting the originals
and one set of copies in the safe-deposit box, then sending the second to her
parents’ home in Florida. “I know what he’s going to attempt. He will attempt
to say I stole the card, then try to either force me to go to bed with him, or
now, after we have gone out, he will try to have me arrested. I was relieved
you witnessed me returning the card.”
“No, he won’t try that now. This is the last straw. I will speak with my father.
You aren’t going back there tonight,” Achilles told her.
“I have to. I value my work, Achilles.” Genia was quiet.
“Besides, there is something else…”
“What just happened?” Achilles guessed.
“Yes, I am drawn to those digs and to you. I’ve known you before, and, until I
know what has happened to us, I have to be on those digs. Since I was a girl, I’
ve been drawn to the digs and to Troy. I’ve had visions before. I am meant to
be here.” Genia felt much better herself now, knowing they had both shared
one of her visions. “I also want to know what is in that room. I found it. But I
believe the entire team should get credit. I don’t want to see him claim it all,
as if he alone dug it out with his clean hands,” Genia explained, then looked at
her own damaged hands, embarrassed, and put them beneath the table.
“Now let me explain what happened to me…” When he finished, he added,
“There is more going on here than a simple dig. Genia, you don’t have to live
at the dig. You can live with me and work at the dig. I have a car you can drive
back and forth,” Achilles offered.
“How would that look to the others?” Genia protested.
“Do you care?” Achilles asked, looking into her eyes.
“Genia, we were meant to be together. I can’t explain it, but I knew when we
met in the bank.” His hand slipped behind her neck, and he drew her to him to
enfold her in his arms. He felt a shiver pass through her and held her closer.
His fingers laced through her luscious long hair as his mouth possessed hers.
“Stay with me?” he asked gently when he released her.
“What will your parents think?” Genia asked. “And you’ve only known me for
less than twenty-four hours. What will they think of me? I will look like…well,
a…” She didn’t say the words.
“They will think I have found the woman of my life and, if I know my very
intuitive mother, she will know what all this business is about.” Achilles
laughed.
“What do you mean by that?” Genia asked suspiciously.
“Mom always said my name held meaning, a special meaning. I just thought
she was being a mom, you know. No matter what country you come from,
they are always the same,” Achilles said. “And yes, Genia, she is much like
Thetas.”
He smiled slyly. “Besides, I will not be able to sleep with you at the dig.”
Pausing, his tone became serious. “I will not take you back there. I know in my
gut, my instincts, that it is dangerous for you. First, we will talk to my father,
but tonight you will come to my place. We can call him from there.” Achilles
laid a sum of money on the table, bid the owner a pleasant evening, thanking
him for a wonderful dinner, and left.
Achilles’ home was a spacious apartment in a new multiplex on the upper side
of the beach. He parked his car and led her up to the third-floor apartment.
“Home,” he said simply.
Genia turned to him. She wanted him. By coming with him, she consented to
that. Good heavens, I didn’t even bring a change of underwear and no birth
control. “Achilles…” she started to say, but he surrounded her with his arms.
He gazed into her green eyes, and Genia was lost in his Aegean blue gaze.
Gentle lips teased hers. He touched them again, and his mouth possessed
hers. Genia let her need for him take over.
Her arms wrapped around his neck to run her fingers through his wavy blond
hair, unusual for a Greek. His mouth left hers to nibble at her neck and down to
the tie of her black dress.
He deftly untied it, freeing her breasts. Gentle hands reverently held them
both, his thumbs massaging her nipples. Abruptly, Genia felt her legs swept
from beneath her, and he carried her to bed. Genia had no time to appreciate
the room, all her attention on Achilles. Later, she would be amazed at his
taste. For now, she was on Olympus, with his mouth on her breasts, and his
tongue teasing her nipples until they were hard knots. Sensations coursed
through her from his mouth, spreading first from one stimulated breast to the
other while he kissed and teased them. Genia slipped her hands beneath his
shirt to caress his muscles and unbuttoned the black pearl buttons. With
shaking hands, she pushed the garment from his broad shoulders.
“Genia, you are perfection,” Achilles murmured hoarsely.
“No other woman could compare.”
“Perfection describes you!” Genia exclaimed, unzipping his dark slacks to
push them from his slender hips; his hard cock straining for release from his
silk jockey briefs. She gently smoothed her hand over his enlarged penis to
feel the heat through the silken fabric of his undergarment. Boldly, she
released his staff from the restraint of his briefs and drew them from his body
to marvel at his perfect male form. Before her was Achilles of the Iliad in all
his glory. Genia caressed both his sinewy thighs, kissing his flat stomach and
his magnificent body. Weakened from the intensity of the ecstasy she
willingly bestowed on him, he stretched out next to her and pulled Genia
close.
“One day, just one day, and I know it is right,” Achilles said in honest
amazement. “We were meant to be here together. I can’t explain it, but I feel
like we’ve been kept apart for centuries.” His lips took hers while his hands
slowly removed her dress, finding she wore a garter belt to hold up her hose
beneath the black dress he had only loosened the top to. He snapped the thin
strap of her black thong panties between his strong hands and, seeing a bit of
objection in her eyes, assured her, “I will replace them on the morrow.”
Achilles laid her back among the many pillows on his bed, spread her legs,
and combed his fingers through the thick dark hair of her shaped, trimmed
mound. Genia groaned as he slipped a gentle finger between her labia lips,
finding, as he’ d expected, she was hot, wet, and ready for his aching erection.
“I want you!” Genia said. “But I was not prepared for this kind of night.”
* * * *
Achilles smiled, knowing to what she referred. He quickly produced and
donned the thin protection. With a knee between her legs, he slowly entered
her, merging with her body. Watching her green eyes widen with the rapture
he brought her, he wondered at the tinge of fear he saw mingle there. Achilles
didn’t realize the depth of fierceness showing from his eyes, aroused from the
passion and pleasure of at last uniting with the woman he had searched for.
Achilles hugged her precious body close, pumping into her, his hardened
length filling her, touching the complete measure of her wet sheath until they
both found their climaxes together.
He didn’t release her when they had finished but held her close. His soul had
waited centuries for her. Truly, the gods had decreed they be together at last.
He had read Homer in the original Greek. He knew how Iphigenia died and
how the original Achilles loved her, witnessing her death at the hand of her
father in unexpected horror before the war began. Without her death, there
would have been no war. The wind would never have shifted without the
sacrifice of the royal maiden Iphigenia that Artemis demanded in exchange for
favorable winds and as payment for the killing of a mother rabbit and her
young by a Greek warrior.
How strange it was, as if the cosmos had once again opened for them, to carry
them back in time to another place. Suddenly he became afraid of losing her
to professor Memnon. Not that she would fall in love with the man, but that he
might do her harm. Achilles knew Genia was Iphigenia reincarnated, and he
suspected Professor Memnon had been Agamemnon long ago and would
attempt to kill Genia. It didn’t matter that they were not at the exact places
where the event had occurred before, only that could occur again.
“Genia, I love you,” Achilles told her. “I realize we’ve only met today, but I too
feel we’ve known each other much longer. You can’t go back to the dig to live.
If you must work there, I will understand, but please do not sleep there. I truly
fear for you.”
Genia searched his eyes, knowing he spoke from his heart. His anxiety for her
was real. “I’ll stay with you, Achilles. The professor, well, he scares me too,
and I don’t know why. I’ve never feared a man in my entire life.”
“Good, it is settled.” Achilles smiled. “You will stay here.
Tomorrow, I will take you to the dig and have you onsite before seven so the
professor can’t make a problem out of that, but I am staying the day. After you
are finished, I will take you to meet my parents. I will call my father tonight so
they will expect us.”
“This is awfully fast for me, Achilles. Archaeologists aren’t used to things
moving so fast,” Genia said seriously.
“I don’t know what is happening, but I don’t think things will progress slowly
now. If you and I are having these…memories…” He paused to think. “I
wonder if possibly the professor is as well?” Achilles picked up his cell phone
and dialed his parents’ number. It was Greek to Genia—she understood a little,
a word here and there, but the general tone of the conversation was positive.
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