Chapter 103
July - 3,390 BC
Earth: Village of Assur
NINSIANNA
Ninsianna grabbed an onion and peeled off the papery skin. It reminded her of Mikhail, the way that, just when she thought she had the darned thing ready to cook, she’d peel off another layer and find, lo! More hard, yellow skin!
She wiped away a tear.
“Stop rubbing your eyes!” Mama scolded. “You’ll only make it worse.”
“Onions always make me cry."
She chopped the onion with pent-up ferocity. She felt like a doe in heat, aching for another kiss, but ever since the solstice festival, he’d stayed as far away from her as he possibly could!
The knife slipped.
“Dammit!” she hissed.
She sucked on her finger to keep her blood from splattering onto the onions. The knife Mikhail had given her—made of the same heavenly material
