night.”
A sparkle of interest danced in his eyes. “What did you have in mind?”
“I don’t know,” I said, not even caring how my face heated as my mind raced with the thought. “A kiss?” At that moment, I whole-heartedly believed it would fix everything, and the world would start to make sense again.
He stood and leaned down, his face only inches from mine. His musky smell filled my senses making me weak so I closed my eyes. He whispered, “Reconsider, Elizabeth.”
The bell on the door rang an instant later, and I opened my eyes to find him gone. Disappointment washed down my body before it turned into frustration. “Damn it!”
Brenda cleared her throat as she walked past with a pot of coffee. “Um…I think you’re losing it, girlfriend. Why don’t you call it a night?”
“Yeah,” I grumbled, grabbing the box and my purse from behind the counter.
After I changed into nightclothes, I sat down on my bed with the box. The cover read: Krista Young, Commissioned 1964, London, England . The writing and the gold lettering were the same as on the necklace case.
Besides being irritated because he kept giving me other women’s jewelry, I also wondered why. There’d been an obvious resemblance in my last dream. Alicia’s face looked like mine and the man’s looked like Draven’s, but I didn’t know what that meant. It obviously couldn’t have been him or me but I guessed people rarely dreamt about complete strangers.
The sturdy, wide metal band inside matched the necklace with the diamond teardrops attached solidly to the frame. In the center sat a small ruby heart. I slowly slid the bracelet over my wrist. Just as I did, a sharp pain hit my stomach so hard that it took me a full minute to recover. Again, it seemed like the jewelry was talking to me. Was that even possible? Could that be why he’d given them to me? Did he want me to know their stories? As crazy as the idea was, I found myself anxious to fall asleep just to see Krista’s tale. I carefully removed the necklace and returned it to its place below my mattress before crawling into bed. Then I lay there running my fingers across the gems on the bracelet. Before long, my eyelids grew heavy, and I fell into a deep sleep.
A woman hiccupped loudly before she started singing “Long Tall Sally” in a thick English accent. She wore high heels and stumbled as she walked, tripping over the smallest pebble. Her red tank top exposed the sharp bones in her shoulders and the short, black skirt revealed her paper-thin legs.
“You there! Come party with me tonight,” a voice called from a dark corner of the alley.
“Damn it! You interrupted my song! And of course I want to party! Just not with you,” she snickered, laughing as she continued to stroll down the alley.
When a man pushed into her back and grabbed her around the neck, she rolled her eyes. “Piss off!” she spat, struggling to break free from his grasp.
“Sorry Jack, she’s taken.” Another man with dark hair appeared and pulled her free from her captor.
“What do you mean?” the first man mocked from behind her. “How could you even want her? The smell alone would gag me if I was picky like that. Look at her, she’s a waste! She’s so full of drugs and alcohol, I’m surprised she’s still standing. I was just going to do her a little favor.”
“Don’t forget the nicotine,” she added before she lit a cigarette and walked away.
“I can’t let you take her,” the dark-haired man said.
When she reached the end of the alley, she stopped and turned around. “A…hallo? Boys? I’ll be in the pub when you two get this all worked out.”
She sat at the bar with a drink and a cigarette both orchestrated in one hand. The bright, neon lights in the pub made her appear stunning; her Cleopatra look outdid the original. When the man with the dark hair sat down next to her, she smiled. “Now you I want to party with. What’s
A sparkle of interest danced in his eyes. “What did you have in mind?”
“I don’t know,” I said, not even caring how my face heated as my mind raced with the thought. “A kiss?” At that moment, I whole-heartedly believed it would fix everything, and the world would start to make sense again.
He stood and leaned down, his face only inches from mine. His musky smell filled my senses making me weak so I closed my eyes. He whispered, “Reconsider, Elizabeth.”
The bell on the door rang an instant later, and I opened my eyes to find him gone. Disappointment washed down my body before it turned into frustration. “Damn it!”
Brenda cleared her throat as she walked past with a pot of coffee. “Um…I think you’re losing it, girlfriend. Why don’t you call it a night?”
“Yeah,” I grumbled, grabbing the box and my purse from behind the counter.
After I changed into nightclothes, I sat down on my bed with the box. The cover read: Krista Young, Commissioned 1964, London, England . The writing and the gold lettering were the same as on the necklace case.
Besides being irritated because he kept giving me other women’s jewelry, I also wondered why. There’d been an obvious resemblance in my last dream. Alicia’s face looked like mine and the man’s looked like Draven’s, but I didn’t know what that meant. It obviously couldn’t have been him or me but I guessed people rarely dreamt about complete strangers.
The sturdy, wide metal band inside matched the necklace with the diamond teardrops attached solidly to the frame. In the center sat a small ruby heart. I slowly slid the bracelet over my wrist. Just as I did, a sharp pain hit my stomach so hard that it took me a full minute to recover. Again, it seemed like the jewelry was talking to me. Was that even possible? Could that be why he’d given them to me? Did he want me to know their stories? As crazy as the idea was, I found myself anxious to fall asleep just to see Krista’s tale. I carefully removed the necklace and returned it to its place below my mattress before crawling into bed. Then I lay there running my fingers across the gems on the bracelet. Before long, my eyelids grew heavy, and I fell into a deep sleep.
A woman hiccupped loudly before she started singing “Long Tall Sally” in a thick English accent. She wore high heels and stumbled as she walked, tripping over the smallest pebble. Her red tank top exposed the sharp bones in her shoulders and the short, black skirt revealed her paper-thin legs.
“You there! Come party with me tonight,” a voice called from a dark corner of the alley.
“Damn it! You interrupted my song! And of course I want to party! Just not with you,” she snickered, laughing as she continued to stroll down the alley.
When a man pushed into her back and grabbed her around the neck, she rolled her eyes. “Piss off!” she spat, struggling to break free from his grasp.
“Sorry Jack, she’s taken.” Another man with dark hair appeared and pulled her free from her captor.
“What do you mean?” the first man mocked from behind her. “How could you even want her? The smell alone would gag me if I was picky like that. Look at her, she’s a waste! She’s so full of drugs and alcohol, I’m surprised she’s still standing. I was just going to do her a little favor.”
“Don’t forget the nicotine,” she added before she lit a cigarette and walked away.
“I can’t let you take her,” the dark-haired man said.
When she reached the end of the alley, she stopped and turned around. “A…hallo? Boys? I’ll be in the pub when you two get this all worked out.”
She sat at the bar with a drink and a cigarette both orchestrated in one hand. The bright, neon lights in the pub made her appear stunning; her Cleopatra look outdid the original. When the man with the dark hair sat down next to her, she smiled. “Now you I want to party with. What’s
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