The Last Journey

She’d only do it one more time.

Once more.

The book lay open and she found the passage she wanted. Oh yes. This would be the last time with the Prince. If she kept going back, she’d never return home again. Never see her friends. And she missed them. But his touch was addictive. His love – like no man she’d ever known. Tenderly she  touched the page. The magic swelled up through her finger, overwhelming her body.

This is the last time… she promised herself.

And then she disappeared.

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