Lex found himself swirling with a confusing mixture of emotions, the most prominent one being lust. The woman who'd rescued him looked nothing at all like his picture-perfect Amanda with her blonde locks. Yet this female, whose name he hadn't yet gotten, with her wild brown curls, smooth, tanned skin, and mouth-watering curves, made him want to forget the Oracle, forget his intended. He wanted this feisty beauty. In her soft, pillowy curves, a male could lose himself and never want to leave. He couldn't blame confusion on his near-death experience anymore either. He knew full well she wasn't his for the taking, and yet he wanted her with a desire that almost frightened him with its intensity.
Could the Oracle have made an error? Had his ancestors not looked hard enough? And since when di
