CHAPTER SIXCraig awoke with a feeling of happiness that for the moment made him forget the difficult and dangerous task that lay ahead.
All he could think of was his love for Aloya, how last night he had held her in his arms and known that she was everything he needed to make himself complete and that he was the most fortunate man in the whole world.
Having travelled in so many lands and having done so many strange things in his life, he was aware that she was unique, not only in her astounding beauty, but in the intelligence of her mind, her quickness of thought and most of all her intuition and perception that was the same as his own.
Her beauty, he now realised, came from her mixture of blood in which she combined the fair skin of her English forebears with the mystical beauty of her
