How had Sark said it, that other time? "Why have you come so long a way to die?"
Here it had begun. Here it was ending.
This was his destiny.
And here was Kyla. Here was Xaymar....
Xaymar, most beautiful of women, with a body to tempt a man to hell. Paradise, and infinite evil. His chance for power and glory.
Xaymar, in a clinging scarlet gown.
The smile still lingered on her lips.
How had Sark lured her here, after all his treachery?
But then, hatred made strange partners.
And they were waiting for him to crawl.