The Pharaoh's Kiss (Reincarnation Romance Chronicles Book 3) by Dana Michelle Burnett Page B

Alex...
    “Sounds romantic, but—”
    “You don’t remember any of that?” He asked, “What about in the room after?”
    I blushed at what he was hinting that, “No.”
    “That’s a shame,” he said as he took my hands. “You look tired. You should get some rest.”
    “This has been a little overwhelming.”
    “I’m sorry,” he said. “Let’s get you back up to the room.”
    I shook my head, “I just want to go back to Alex’s hotel.”
    “I’ll go down to the front desk and call you a car,” he said with a strained smile. “And I’ll make arrangements for your things if you like. You can rest and I’ll have them call up when the car gets here.”
    “I’d rather just wait for the car myself.”
    “At this time of day?” He said with a shake of his head, “It could be an hour or more. Let me do this for you.”
    It was a silent elevator ride back up to the room. Once inside the room, I kicked off my shoes and sat down on the edge of the bed. Jeremy came over and sat down beside me. He leaned over and kissed me, too intensely. I pulled away.
    “Sorry, I’ll go see to things.” he said as he got up. “I’ll be down in the lobby if you need anything.”
    I nodded. I waited until he left and I fell back onto the bed and rolled over onto my side.
    Alex... Alex...

Chapter Eighteen
     
    I didn’t intend to fall asleep. I lay there looking up at the ceiling. What would I say to Alex? That I just decided I didn’t like my old life? That I just wanted to stay with him?
    What about I love you?
    It was crazy. I just met him days ago and didn’t even know who I was, but I knew without a doubt that I was in love with him. That’s why none of this felt right. I was in love with Alex.
    My mind went back to that first time we met in the tomb of Tutankhamun. He looked at me with such kindness, I trusted him immediately.
    “I’m afraid,” I had admitted.
    “Okay,” he had said with a nod. “It’s okay to be afraid. But would you trust me?”
    “I don’t know you.”
    “If I promise I won’t let anything happen to you, will you trust me?”
    There was something about those words that was familiar and comforting, but at the time, I didn’t know why. Of course, now I knew it was because Tutankhamun said something similar to Ankhesenamun.
    I loved him for that moment on...Why fight it?
    I closed my eyes and pictured his handsome face and the way his chestnut eyes looked down at me. The next thing I knew I was being pulled down into a tunnel of darkness that seemed to go on forever. I knew it was a dream, but still I could feel my heart pounding against the walls my chest.
    Images were coming at me from every direction, some present day and others ancient from the palace in Thebes. I saw the images of Tutankhamun and myself being chipped away from the walls and our statues defaced. Above it all, I heard the cries of the people mourning the fallen Pharaoh.
    Suddenly I came in to myself. I was standing in the palace and I was the queen. I instantly felt the emptiness, the dull ache that was spreading over my entire body.
    Tutankhamun is dead...
    It was such a hallow feeling to be in a world where Tutankhamun was no more, everything seemed larger, but yet somehow smaller at the same time.
    I felt so lost and alone with that realization. It ran through my body and chilled me. It was over. It was really over.
    Turning, I saw Ay overseeing the workers as they chiseled at the columns and removed Tutankhamun from history.
    I made my way over, kneeling down to take a broken piece of the column from the ground. I looked down at one painted fragment, all that was left of the man that ruled all of Egypt.
    Your legacy forgotten already...The reign that was supposed to last for all time...
    Rising, I closed my fist around the piece. I faced Ay with what I hoped was fire in my eyes.
    “Why are you removing the history of Tutankhamun?” I demanded.
    Ay motioned to another column, “With no son, his legacy is