The Pharaoh's Kiss (Reincarnation Romance Chronicles Book 3) by Dana Michelle Burnett Page B

as I fell to the floor. He was on me then, smothering me with a pillow from the bed.
    I saw myself waking up on the floor. My head was bleeding, but somehow I got to my feet and left... And then there was nothing.
    The necklace... It started everything... It was mine...
    I heard the key card sliding into the lock, I eyed the door fearfully as Jeremy stepped into the room.
    Jeremy... He tried to kill me...
    He looked over at me, “Good, you’re already awake.”
    He came over and sat on the edge of the bed, “I wanted to talk to you about something.”
    I shrank away from him. I looked at him and remembered Ay’s face as he shut the door to the tomb. He reached out and took my hand and the impression only grew.
    You bastard...You tried to kill me...Twice...And succeeded once...
    “I really think we should give this a little more time,” he said. “I wish you would come back to America with me. I think it would be best if we were to get you some professional treatment, just to see if we can uncover your memories. I can’t just leave you in a foreign country like this.”
    “Where did you go while I was sleeping?” I asked, watching his face.
    “I called you a car like I said I would and arranged for your things to be taken over later tonight.”
    I didn’t believe him, “Anything else?”
    “They said it would be a while, so I ran an errand, why?”
    I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Was it something to do with the necklace?”
    I saw every muscle in his body tense, “What?”
    I kept watching his expression, “Was it something to do with the necklace you stashed in the bottom of your bag?”
    “So you do remember...”
    “I remember you tried to kill me,” I accused.
    There was no time to think or do anything. He drew back and slapped me across the face, making my head real.
    “Then you know I’m not one to toy with.”
    I pushed him away “If you think I’m going to let you –”
    I couldn’t get any other word out. He had his hands on my throat and pushing me back against the headboard.
    “Since you have your memory back, I don’t have to explain that we need to leave the country quickly, do I?” He demanded as he tightens his grip. “Start packing.”
    I opened my mouth to say something, but he slapped me again.
    “I don’t care that you spread your legs for that Alex Patel guy,” he said coldly. “But I’m not going to prison just because you think you’ve fallen in love.”
    I watched him carefully as he got up. I glanced at the lamp on the night table. Without pausing to think, I picked it up and smashed it over his head. He crumpled to the floor. I looked down at his still body, thinking of the darkness of that tomb when Ay closed the door and feeling of Jeremy holding the pillow over my face.
    Not this time you son of a bitch...Not this time...

Chapter Twenty
     
    It was as if I was floating somewhere overhead and looking down at myself. I saw Jeremy’s limp body on the floor, surround by the broken piece of the lamp, but it didn’t seem possible that it was really me that took him by the legs and dragged him into the bathroom. I didn’t look at the thin trail of blood that followed. I didn’t think about the loud thud his body made when I hoisted him into the tub.
    I backed away, shutting the door and wedging the chair from the desk under the knob. I watched the door for a moment, expecting at any second to hear the sound of him moving or to see the knob turning.
    Going to the room door, I peeked out the peephole, all I could see was an empty hall. Was it possible no one heard the lamp break or the sound of me moving the body?
    I went back to the closet, but my purse and wallet Jeremy had shown Alex were gone. I searched through the pockets of the clothes hanging and the bags in the bottom, managing to find a few bills.
    I shoved them into my pocket and went back to the door, peeking out again. The hallway was still empty. I paused for just a moment, asking myself if