Princess Ces’alena
Excerpt from the book “Webster Fields: Princess Ces’alena”
The Multiracial Activist
by Mercedes Keyes
May/June 2004
Lena sighed deep as she turned from the window, lifting her eyes towards the other side of the room; she froze – as an icy cold raced over her body, locking her in absolute shock. Tremors shook her as she visibly shivered. From another window, the moon cast just enough light to illuminate the profile of the huge silhouette sitting forward, glaring at her with penetrating angry eyes.
Lena shivered again. She couldn’t move, as the room began to spin around her; afraid she would faint, she put her hand out to find something to lean on. She had to take a step to her left where her vanity sat. She moved in jerky scared motions to the bench and sat there; afraid to speak. She was in a frightened trance, as he sat looking at her, not saying a word. Now she knew the scent, it filled her head and burned into her senses. It was him, Manny. Her entire soul tingled from its sensitivity to his closeness. His presence was strong and overpowering. She could only see a portion of his face, a blue white from the moon light, but it made him all the more ominous, his eyes almost wolf like. Though space of more than twelve feet separated them, he was touching her body, and she could feel every caress.
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