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Lita lifted her head at the command to see Imorga regarding her& curiously? No, that
couldn t be right. The look disappeared as Imorga continued.  You may speak to these
offenses.
Lita squeezed her fist, feeling the sharp sting of the diamond digging into her palm.
Never forget& never forget& never forget&  I am aware of the consequences of my actions.
Not only did I bring undue attention upon myself, compromising Polgara and its entire
people, I also did not willingly return at the end of my designated time. I did all of this
with the complete knowledge of the punishment due me upon my return. But with
your permission, before you remove my memories, may I tell you a story?
Imorga nodded her head thoughtfully.  It would please me to hear tell of your
experiences.
Trembling both inside and out, Lita met Imorga s eyes and began to speak.  I spent
a year among humans, embracing their emotions. I witnessed the give and take of
humanity, saw the best and worst that their world had to offer. That world became a
home to me, accepting me, teaching me.
 And I fell in love. Deeply, passionately, beyond anything I d ever imagined love.
Ben is my heart link. I can feel him, a part of me even now, no matter how far away he
may be. I know he loves me, that he misses me, that he needs me, just as much as I do
him. Not even erasing my memories will change that. When you re done, I may not
remember his name, or his voice&  Lita choked on a sob but forced herself to continue.
 But the connection between us will always be there. I will always love him, even if I
don t know who he is.
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The Controllers were silent in their regard. Lita wiped the tears from her cheeks and
returned their stares. Never forget& never forget& never forget&
Imorga got to her feet, and walked down the few stairs from the dais toward an
open doorway.  Come, Lita. It is time.
Lita wanted to protest, but knew it would be to no avail. She d said her piece, there
was nothing left for her to do but follow Imorga out of the chamber and accept the
punishment she had earned for falling in love. Anguish slowed the blood running
through her veins until she felt as though she were moving in slow motion. They
entered a hallway, lush carpets blanketing the floors, engravings and murals covering
the walls. They walked in silence, moving through a maze of hallways.
After several minutes, Imorga opened a door and stepped inside. Lita squeezed her
hand around her engagement ring again and took a deep breath. Never forget& never
forget& never forget&
She entered the room, then froze, her eyes widening, her whole world going topsy-
turvy all over again. Lita turned in a circle, soaking it all in. Paintings covered the walls
of the room, in brilliant, vibrant color. Her life with Ben. Their first night together in the
bed at Gail s place, their bodies awash in moonlight. Under the Christmas tree. Bathing
together. Playing in the snow. Each scene meshing with the next, a timeline of love.
 God, Angel, I missed you.
Was that really his voice? Lita turned to the sound, afraid to believe it could be
possible, until Ben stepped into the room behind her.
Then she was in his arms, not ready to question how or why, just so thankful he
was there. Needing to remember his smell, his touch, and the way only he could make
her feel just by being near him.
His warm mouth lowered over hers. The kiss began soft and tender, a gentle caress
of lips, a whisper of breath shared between them. But an urgency to make up for the last
two weeks filled her and she nibbled on his lips then pressed her tongue deep into the
sweet recesses of his mouth. He groaned and pulled her closer, the kiss becoming a duel
of desire.
Their heart link shimmered in stunning glory, unwilling to be denied, almost
blinding in its brilliance. Lita felt the warm glow of Ben s love heating her to her core,
filling her up inside. She returned the love tenfold, and knew he felt it, too.
A gentle cough was the only reminder that they were not alone in the room. They
separated their mouths but not their bodies, turning ever so slightly toward Imorga.
 Ben is an admirable artist, Lita. His use of light and color to bring his subject s
emotions to life is stunning. Yet even more admirable is his devotion to you. That was
made very clear over the last two weeks. I instructed him to tell me his side of the story.
He looked around the High Chamber and requested permission to paint the story
instead. An unusual request. But one which followed your initial unusual request. My
permission was therefore granted and much deservedly, I might add.
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Ben nodded to Imorga then, meeting Lita s gaze, winked and dropped a kiss on her
forehead. Smiling, she turned back to Imorga, the questions beginning to flow from her
lips.  What is to happen? What 
 Very few things are more powerful than Polgaran law, Lita. You see, not even
High Controllers can deny a bond between two heart links. For Polgarans that
connection is a rare jewel, an anomaly not to be ignored. But your&  Imorga pursed
her lips as though she tasted something sour,  indiscretions on the human level caused
us great concern. You, I have little fear, will commit no further such indiscretions,
however we in turn, questioned whether Ben could be trusted with our secret. As I gaze
upon this room once more, I am quite pleased to inform both of you that our concerns
have been allayed his allegiances lie within the best of intentions. I trust he will do
nothing to harm you or the Polgaran people. Lita, although Polgaran by birth, you are [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]