The Seed of the White Tiger by JJ Jones Page A

she wanted someone to be as close as Gregor was trying to be.
     
    She paced and he paced, in different parts of the country but the movements mirrored each other. It was one of the moments that transcended the distance, two hearts beating at the same rhythm, but separated by over a thousand miles. This was a connection that had transcended time and space, but the problem was, the ever burning question of the reality of it. If this was just an aftereffect of the spell that had been cast how much longer would the passion for him be burning inside her. She had no idea, so she did the only thing she could do in that moment.
     
    Pulling out her cards from the closet in her spare room she lovingly removed the cloth covering them. The cards had been worn with age, and that gave them a special insight into the world and the way it worked. She gazed into the cards, clearing the doubt from her mind as she shuffled them.
     
    She dealt the cards, her eyes half closed, her breathing shallow, concentrating on receiving answers to her questions.  She gazed at the cards, reading the position and the deep meaning in them. She frantically searched for answers, any answer to the jumble of questions that had taken over her entire existence recently, but the readings were as confused as her feelings on the matter. She knew that the cards were not to blame, but a part of her was upset by the results. Her cluttered emotions had clouded the power of the cards. She realized that her own powers had been muddled by the problems she was facing; the cards were merely a conduit of her own powers of divination.
     
    Dom was worried; she couldn’t find the answers she needed, even though she knew that the answers were trapped somewhere inside her. She started to pace again, her eyes on the floor, wondering and slowly driving herself insane. Pacing wasn’t working so she grabbed a throw pillow from the couch and held it to her face. She screamed into it, trying to calm herself down. It helped to control the immediate frustration. He had called her, she knew that he would be on his way soon, he had promised not to call until he was ready to return.
     
    She pictured herself at the airport. Her mind wandered over, watching her own meeting, seeing him take her into his arms, seeing him lower his lips to hers and trapping her in a passionate kiss that seemed to go on forever. Her mind jumped to a picture of them making love. Hours of passion ending in exhausted slumber wrapped in each other’s arms. Her mind continued to wander, heartbreak upon his cordial greeting, a case that terrified her just as much as the other greeting. Her mind continued to play with her heart, with her feelings as she thought about every possibility. His possible delight, anger or indifference about the child she carried frightened her. While the worst possibility would be indifference, the other two emotions frightened her equally.
     
    She started to pace again, her mind playing tricks on her. She hated the fact that her emotions were so out of control, but decided to blame this unusual loss of control to the hormones that were coursing through her body and the situation she had gotten herself into. The thought allowed her to calm herself a little, the control returned a little at a time as she walked the line that had been worn into the carpet by a month of worried pacing.
     
    The moment was disturbed by Dominique’s phone ringing. Thinking that Gregor was calling again immediately put her back on edge. She grabbed the phone from the coffee table, trying not to look at the pregnancy test that was sitting right next to it. Recognizing Anna’s number she answered her bosses call. “Hello?” She wasn’t supposed to be working today and she was curious as to the nature of the call.
     
    “Dom, I need your help.” The words were short, sweet and to the point. Anna didn’t mince words as a general rule, and it was rare that she would make a specific request to someone so far