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Dr. Sykes said. “Say two strangers enter a crowded room. Their eyes meet. They feel instinctively drawn to each other, but don’t know why. Are they acting under the influence of the subconscious awareness of an ancient connection?
    “Every atom of oxygen we take into our bodies when we breath has to be processed according to the formula in our DNA that has been handed down to us by our mothers.” He quickly glided the laser pointer over the seven names on the map.
    “That is a very fundamental connection in itself. It silently follows the mysterious essence of the feminine through a thousand or more generations. I think it is the deep magic that connects everyone in the same clan. And sometimes, I believe, we might recognize each other.”
    Deep magic. DNA-powered instructions. Probably everyone here had experienced that unexplained recognition. From the audience’s reaction, there had clearly been a connection made. There was a low buzz of conversation all over the room.
    “Now, I would like to invite you to participate in our DNA database. It will help in future studies. After we analyze your DNA, our lab will send you the results and, we hope, identify your own clan mother. So if you want to participate, please form one line for women, one for men.”
    The lines formed and Germaine hesitated. For some unknown reason, she felt uneasy, mildly threatened with the idea of the test and thought briefly of slipping away. She cast a secret look at the Adonis and decided to stay. Her heart skipped a beat.
    No harm done, it was just a test.

CHAPTER 2
    “The mysterious essence of the feminine,” Conan Ryan quoted. “And women are the rulers of the world after all! I’m not surprised. I knew it all along.” He gave them a wicked wink. Beside him, his dark friend laughed and shook his head.
    The crowd hummed with conversations as they formed lines to take the test. Germaine turned and found herself side by side with Aubrey.
    “My girl,” he exclaimed, giving her a big hug. “I couldn’t get across the room to join you.” All her irrational anxiety of a moment ago disappeared and she was glad she had decided to stay.
    Conan and his friend were in front of Aubrey. Moira spent the whole time talking to Conan. Her body language was clear. She leaned toward him and tilted her head in a seductive manner. There was a heightened color in her cheeks and a shine in her eyes. Consciously or not, Moira was sending him the most apparent sexual signals that said she was interested.
    Germaine had seen her in action before and wondered what it would feel like to be that bold and aggressive. Moira was small with a full-busted figure and dressed in bright revealing clothes. Men were always intrigued by her. She was good at attracting someone when she set her mind to it—like some primitive hunter who was persistent and, in time, could always run down her quarry. Germaine had never been that aggressive; she drew attention without trying; with her height and vivid coloring, she always stood out.
    When she met Julian, she thought he was perfect. The one flaw she hadn’t suspected was his inability to be faithful. She still tormented herself with questions. Was it her fault? Her career always took precedence; she left him each summer to go to her archaeological digs. He joined her at first, but hated the rough living conditions of the dig. He gave up going with her after two cranky summers. Their initial sexual passion dwindled after the first few years. Had she been too engrossed in her own work to nurture his ego? She would never know the answers.
    It’s in the past, she reminded herself with a shake of her aching head. The line moved slowly in a pleasant way, like an impromptu social hour. Conan Ryan’s friend was opposite her now and Moira stood next to Conan.
    “Nicholas Greenwood,” he said, introducing himself. Close up, his dark coloring was even more interesting. His hair had auburn highlights and a few silver hairs showed