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Authors: Taryn Browning
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he’d gotten to her. She’d go willingly now. He would go to her one more time, just to be sure, and then…her fate was no longer in his hands.
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Sam stared around the room, admiring the gourmet kitchen. The deep cherry cabinets complemented the crisp black granite counters with burnt-orange flakes scattered randomly throughout the polished stone. The stainless steel appliances were commercial grade, perfect for someone who really knew how to cook. She knew she was not that someone.
“Sam, you’re here.” A high-spirited girl with thick black hair tied back into a bouncing ponytail came running down the hallway and scooped Sam out of the chair into a gigantic hug. She squeezed Sam’s waifish body. Sam could feel the girl’s toned arm muscles flex around her. The girl set Sam back down on the floor, smiling widely.
At five-foot-four, Sam felt like a Smurfette next to her. Sam assumed the girl was Alea, but she only had a brief memory of her. Sam examined Alea’s athletic body in amazement. She was a cross between a workout trainer and Princess Jasmine—and tall. She could’ve been a WNBA player. Instead of bronzed skin like Evrik’s, hers was more olive-toned, and Alea’s grayish-silver eyes were an exotic almond shape.
“Hi,” Sam said shyly.
“You don’t remember me, do you?” Alea’s strong body sank and her smile inverted into a frown.
“No, sorry,” Sam whispered. She wished she remembered. Alea seemed lovely. Somehow Sam knew they were probably close friends.
Sam turned to look at Evrik, standing behind her. She knew he was close because her heart sprinted. “Evrik, I think you’re right. She doesn’t remember anything that has to do with our world. That’s why she still remembers her roommates and not us, or Chase,” Alea said.
Another guy from Sam’s earlier memory walked into the kitchen. His smile was more cautious, as if he already knew Sam didn’t remember him. “I’m Malachi,” he said, extending his hand. Malachi’s jet-black hair gelled into untidy, multilayered spikes. An elaborate tattoo snaked around his neck and interspersed into small coils, like doodles on a notepad. Further studying his tattoo, Sam realized the doodles were spiraling vines with tiny, intricate leaves. He was quite good-looking. Malachi and Alea shared the same iridescent grayish-silver eyes.
“Hi Malachi, I’m sorry I don’t remember you, but from what Evrik and Chase have told me, we were close.” As with the others, Sam had to crane her neck to talk with him. He was about six-three—about two inches taller than Alea and a few inches shorter than Evrik, give or take.
“Yes Sam, we are close. This is only temporary. We will get your memory back,” he assured her.
“Thank you. I know you will try, although I’m still confused how.”
“ S’up, Sam?” She heard from down the hallway. Draylan, Sam assumed, appeared in the foyer. She raised her hand to say hi. His looks were intimidating; he wasn’t someone she’d want to run into in a dark alley. Draylan had short, straight, platinum blond hair. He walked toward her and her eyes widened. Her mouth formed an “O” shape. He must’ve been just shy of seven feet tall. He was massive. She thought back to her memory of him. He had reminded her of the Incredible Hulk. He was tall and attractive, traits Evrik and his friends all shared. Draylan also shared a trait with Malachi and Alea—grayish-silver iridescent eyes. Sam felt as if she knew the reason Evrik’s eyes were a striking green and not iridescent. The answer was on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t seem to retrieve it. She made a mental note to ask Evrik when she didn’t feel so awkward and uncomfortable.
“Dang, Sam, you look tired. You’ve got some totally serious bags under your eyes.” Draylan pointed to her face and lightly punched her in the arm while grinning playfully.
“Um, I—I haven’t really slept that well,” she stuttered, embarrassed
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Sam stared around the room, admiring the gourmet kitchen. The deep cherry cabinets complemented the crisp black granite counters with burnt-orange flakes scattered randomly throughout the polished stone. The stainless steel appliances were commercial grade, perfect for someone who really knew how to cook. She knew she was not that someone.
“Sam, you’re here.” A high-spirited girl with thick black hair tied back into a bouncing ponytail came running down the hallway and scooped Sam out of the chair into a gigantic hug. She squeezed Sam’s waifish body. Sam could feel the girl’s toned arm muscles flex around her. The girl set Sam back down on the floor, smiling widely.
At five-foot-four, Sam felt like a Smurfette next to her. Sam assumed the girl was Alea, but she only had a brief memory of her. Sam examined Alea’s athletic body in amazement. She was a cross between a workout trainer and Princess Jasmine—and tall. She could’ve been a WNBA player. Instead of bronzed skin like Evrik’s, hers was more olive-toned, and Alea’s grayish-silver eyes were an exotic almond shape.
“Hi,” Sam said shyly.
“You don’t remember me, do you?” Alea’s strong body sank and her smile inverted into a frown.
“No, sorry,” Sam whispered. She wished she remembered. Alea seemed lovely. Somehow Sam knew they were probably close friends.
Sam turned to look at Evrik, standing behind her. She knew he was close because her heart sprinted. “Evrik, I think you’re right. She doesn’t remember anything that has to do with our world. That’s why she still remembers her roommates and not us, or Chase,” Alea said.
Another guy from Sam’s earlier memory walked into the kitchen. His smile was more cautious, as if he already knew Sam didn’t remember him. “I’m Malachi,” he said, extending his hand. Malachi’s jet-black hair gelled into untidy, multilayered spikes. An elaborate tattoo snaked around his neck and interspersed into small coils, like doodles on a notepad. Further studying his tattoo, Sam realized the doodles were spiraling vines with tiny, intricate leaves. He was quite good-looking. Malachi and Alea shared the same iridescent grayish-silver eyes.
“Hi Malachi, I’m sorry I don’t remember you, but from what Evrik and Chase have told me, we were close.” As with the others, Sam had to crane her neck to talk with him. He was about six-three—about two inches taller than Alea and a few inches shorter than Evrik, give or take.
“Yes Sam, we are close. This is only temporary. We will get your memory back,” he assured her.
“Thank you. I know you will try, although I’m still confused how.”
“ S’up, Sam?” She heard from down the hallway. Draylan, Sam assumed, appeared in the foyer. She raised her hand to say hi. His looks were intimidating; he wasn’t someone she’d want to run into in a dark alley. Draylan had short, straight, platinum blond hair. He walked toward her and her eyes widened. Her mouth formed an “O” shape. He must’ve been just shy of seven feet tall. He was massive. She thought back to her memory of him. He had reminded her of the Incredible Hulk. He was tall and attractive, traits Evrik and his friends all shared. Draylan also shared a trait with Malachi and Alea—grayish-silver iridescent eyes. Sam felt as if she knew the reason Evrik’s eyes were a striking green and not iridescent. The answer was on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t seem to retrieve it. She made a mental note to ask Evrik when she didn’t feel so awkward and uncomfortable.
“Dang, Sam, you look tired. You’ve got some totally serious bags under your eyes.” Draylan pointed to her face and lightly punched her in the arm while grinning playfully.
“Um, I—I haven’t really slept that well,” she stuttered, embarrassed
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