Legacy (Page 31)
DRAW A QUICK, SHARP BREATH. HER BODY IS MORE beautiful than I imagined. Reflected light from the fireplace bathes her in a golden, flickering aura. It catches highlights in her hair and throws them back like quick, bright sparks. She's slim where she should be, trim waist, sculpted hips and thighs, and lush where she should be, perfect breasts, firm, round ass. She has no pubic hair, no body hair at all. In spite of the woman's body, it gives her an air of innocence, of vulnerability. I want to cover her nakedness. Ask her to slip the gown back on. To protect her.
Sandra lets me look at her, drink her in. She knows I have no choice, that I can't look away. She fills my mind, whirlwinds my senses.
In the next instant, everything changes.
"What are you waiting for, Anna?" She opens her arms, inviting me closer. "You want me. I feel it."
I do. More than I've wanted anyone since-
"It would have been so good, Anna. I waited so long for a worthy companion. I reveled in finding you, in showing you what could be. I loved you. I loved you."
Her voice. Her voice but different. The words spoken with anger, disappointment, unbearable sadness.
I take a step back, mind reeling. Sandra's face, Sandra's face, is devoid of expression. Only her eyes are different. They're his eyes, sparked with life. They're his words. His last words.
Avery.