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used to be the servants quarters below the house. Each and every one of those rooms remained completely unfurnished.
I walked further down the dimmed foyer, and paused under the archway leading into the living room. I thought it odd that no one was in there when only a moment ago shadows could be seen from the porch. I was about to leave the living room, but stopped abruptly when I picked up on familiar voices. They seemed to trickle in from down the hall.
Nikolas’ voice boomed first, deep as usual. “Victor’s senses have heightened considerably. He has tracked her to this point in time. Victor will send for his disciples, and they will attract the Apolluon.” What Nikolas spoke of made absolutely no sense to me. Either way, he sounded desperate.
“We must go to her now . Please, or it’ll be too late. We have less than twenty four hours,” Bethany said, wailing. “She spoke of how vivid her visions had been, how the dreams lengthened each night, and how she had awakened with wounds from them.” Bethany was talking about me, and those horrifying dreams.
“She remembers.” Nikolas said.
“Well, she’s beginning to.” Bethany said, her normally calm voice quivering. “She shouldn’t be alone when her memory returns. Cordelia will be lost and confused if she doesn’t retain what she knows now of this era. The Gods will never forgive us.”
Bethany wasn’t making a bit of sense to me, and the urgency in her voice worried me more than what she had uttered. She spoke of me as if I were still alive although, she had spoken to my mother less than an hour ago. Bethany knew I had died today.
I had no idea of what I was supposed to be remembering, and her use of my full first name was unusual for her, and kind of threw me off. She had sounded as if she had read it off of an important document. No one ever called me Cordelia. Actually, the last person who had called me by my complete first name had been the boy in my dream, but that didn’t count.
“We should have foreseen her death.” Nikolas said, remorsefully. “Obviously, Victor has discovered a way to mask his scent therefore, his presence went undetected by us, but we are not to blame for that. The Gods know our intentions and our loyalty to them, Bethany.”
Ok, so they do know that I’m dead, but Nikolas sounded even more puzzling than his sister, with all this talk about gods. “There’s other ways to detect the son of Iptian.” Nikolas added.
“That means we’ll have to wait until he’s within the vicinity to detect his aura, which he’s incapable of concealing. His aura will cause the temperature to rise,” Bethany said, sounding many years older than seventeen.
“That’s correct.” Nikolas said.
“But that only provides a brief moment of escape,” Bethany countered, impatiently.
An icy chill slipped through me, and I stood frozen in its wake when I overheard the next voice – a familiar one. The voice of an angel – deep, rich, and mesmerizing. The voice I’ve never heard while awake, only as I slept... as I dreamt. It was the voice that held my heart captive every night for the last two weeks of my life. I could never mistaken it for another. It had to be him, the boy who made those hellish nights bearable. But he wasn’t real.
He was just a figment of a love starved girl’s imagination. The voice drew me in now as it did in the dream.
“I’m well aware of the eminent danger she is in. We will find her. We’ve already joined our forces to bring her to us. She’ll come to us. I’m certain of this. The damage Victor has done is not irreversible, and impunity is not an option for him. He has defied the Gods.” The voice – his voice was uniquely the same – intense and enthralling. But there was one discernable difference – the arctic edge.
“The Gods haven’t intervened thus far. We are to do battle alone. They don’t hear our invocations,” Bethany said argumentatively. “Do they no longer feed off of
I walked further down the dimmed foyer, and paused under the archway leading into the living room. I thought it odd that no one was in there when only a moment ago shadows could be seen from the porch. I was about to leave the living room, but stopped abruptly when I picked up on familiar voices. They seemed to trickle in from down the hall.
Nikolas’ voice boomed first, deep as usual. “Victor’s senses have heightened considerably. He has tracked her to this point in time. Victor will send for his disciples, and they will attract the Apolluon.” What Nikolas spoke of made absolutely no sense to me. Either way, he sounded desperate.
“We must go to her now . Please, or it’ll be too late. We have less than twenty four hours,” Bethany said, wailing. “She spoke of how vivid her visions had been, how the dreams lengthened each night, and how she had awakened with wounds from them.” Bethany was talking about me, and those horrifying dreams.
“She remembers.” Nikolas said.
“Well, she’s beginning to.” Bethany said, her normally calm voice quivering. “She shouldn’t be alone when her memory returns. Cordelia will be lost and confused if she doesn’t retain what she knows now of this era. The Gods will never forgive us.”
Bethany wasn’t making a bit of sense to me, and the urgency in her voice worried me more than what she had uttered. She spoke of me as if I were still alive although, she had spoken to my mother less than an hour ago. Bethany knew I had died today.
I had no idea of what I was supposed to be remembering, and her use of my full first name was unusual for her, and kind of threw me off. She had sounded as if she had read it off of an important document. No one ever called me Cordelia. Actually, the last person who had called me by my complete first name had been the boy in my dream, but that didn’t count.
“We should have foreseen her death.” Nikolas said, remorsefully. “Obviously, Victor has discovered a way to mask his scent therefore, his presence went undetected by us, but we are not to blame for that. The Gods know our intentions and our loyalty to them, Bethany.”
Ok, so they do know that I’m dead, but Nikolas sounded even more puzzling than his sister, with all this talk about gods. “There’s other ways to detect the son of Iptian.” Nikolas added.
“That means we’ll have to wait until he’s within the vicinity to detect his aura, which he’s incapable of concealing. His aura will cause the temperature to rise,” Bethany said, sounding many years older than seventeen.
“That’s correct.” Nikolas said.
“But that only provides a brief moment of escape,” Bethany countered, impatiently.
An icy chill slipped through me, and I stood frozen in its wake when I overheard the next voice – a familiar one. The voice of an angel – deep, rich, and mesmerizing. The voice I’ve never heard while awake, only as I slept... as I dreamt. It was the voice that held my heart captive every night for the last two weeks of my life. I could never mistaken it for another. It had to be him, the boy who made those hellish nights bearable. But he wasn’t real.
He was just a figment of a love starved girl’s imagination. The voice drew me in now as it did in the dream.
“I’m well aware of the eminent danger she is in. We will find her. We’ve already joined our forces to bring her to us. She’ll come to us. I’m certain of this. The damage Victor has done is not irreversible, and impunity is not an option for him. He has defied the Gods.” The voice – his voice was uniquely the same – intense and enthralling. But there was one discernable difference – the arctic edge.
“The Gods haven’t intervened thus far. We are to do battle alone. They don’t hear our invocations,” Bethany said argumentatively. “Do they no longer feed off of
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