Angels of Moirai (Book One)

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    I had no sense of time. We could have been dancing for hours or only a few minutes, I wouldn’t know. All I knew is that I felt safe. It felt right. I didn’t think about how I was dancing, or the steps my feet needed to take.
    I can’t be sure what happened in that moment, whether it was us or purely incidental, or if it was something more, but with a loud crack, lightning struck the sports stadium and screams erupted, breaking the trance we were in.
    Instinctively, I grabbed hold of James. The power went out and everyone scuttled to hide. We both looked outside and the weather had turned foul very fast. The rain came down hard and heavy, thunder rolled in, shaking the ground around us. 
    “I have to go,” James said, pulling himself away from me.
    I didn’t move as I watched him run out of the stadium.
    “I think we might leave it there today everyone,” Cindy announced as everyone went to grab their belongings and made their way out of the building.
    The sky had turned black and there was an eerie feeling around. We all ran under the overheads of the buildings trying not to get wet. I clutched my sketchbook tightly in my arms as my eyes looked for James in the rain, but I couldn’t find him.
    The way the skies had turned so quickly; the lightning, and the way we’d danced together, it sent shivers down my spine. Something wasn’t right. Whenever James was around, things were different… I yearned for an explanation, but deep down knew there was a very good chance I wouldn’t get one. Some things just couldn’t be explained in this world, and maybe this was one of them.
     
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    I barely slept that night, and with Hayley at Poppy’s house, I’d never felt more alone in the house. My emotions were all jumbled by the week I’d had. I didn’t know what I felt. Scared? Confused? Intrigued? How could you justify and make sense of something in your head that you didn’t understand yourself?
    I waited until the skies had cleared and made my way out to the Jetty late in the afternoon. I decided to get ready early for the party; a task that I’d hoped would calm my nerves, but it hadn’t worked. It was nearing summer, so the nights were just as warm as the days, and I decided to wear a plain white cami with a high-waist, soft, baby pink skirt that fell to my ankles. I thought the pink might have clashed with my copper hair, but was pleasantly surprised when it looked pretty good. I dressed it up with a long gold necklace with a key on the end and plain pearl earrings. I plaited my hair loosely to one side and kept with minimal make-up. Although I was only going because of James, I didn’t want to drag Jackie into this mess, so I wanted her to believe I was going to have fun; I had to act the part. I couldn’t risk her involvement, or anyone else’s.
    When I finished getting ready, I still had a few hours to spare, so I decided to clear my head and try to focus on something else. I was the worst at jumping to conclusions and coming up with ridiculous explanations to things, so I thought it would be best that I relax on the Jetty and draw.
    I spent the solid part of almost two hours sketching the landscape around me. I had drawn it a hundred times before, but every time it was different. Whether it was natural growth of the trees and lake around me, or the natural interference of man, it was always changing, and those changes were the parts I loved to draw. My hand worked fast to try to keep up with the vision in my head. I pushed the hair back from my face hurriedly, not pausing until I finished. I breathed softly and deep looking up from my drawing for short intervals to help my visual representation. I focused on the intricate details as my hand sketched wildly on the paper, until I finally felt like it was complete.
    I pulled my pencil from the paper and looked down at my work, and a little taken aback at the finished product. I looked back up at the forest and lake that surrounded me, although

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