Fated Release (Fated Keepers Series Book 2)

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my reach. But, I will take this small reprieve and I will enjoy it. I grab Orin by the arm and I spin into him, landing with my back against his chest. I feel his chuckle before I hear it. And then we are spinning and twirling through the forest in each other’s arms, dancing and laughing to a beat that only we can hear. In this moment I am happy. There is no life or death situation demanding my attention. There is only Orin.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 10
    Lyon/Rochelle
     
    Lyon ...
     
    The next town can't be that far away. If my estimations are right, I am about one mile from? From? Where? I am not exactly sure where I am. I can't wait to get a hotel room and throw these disgusting clothes away. How long have I been in the same underwear? Really! This is no way to live. There are so many blank spots in my memory that I can't even recall the last place I have been. What the hell am I doing here? In, Texas? I need to charge my phone and call Hass. I’m sure he will be able to fill in the blanks for me.
     
    I step out of the shelter of the woods onto to a paved road and follow the flow of traffic into town. I keep getting sideways glances from strangers because of my state of dress. No worries though. I will be right as rain in a matter of no time. I dash across the street and walk through the front door of the first hotel I see. It’s not the nicest place I've ever been in, but as long as it has hot running water and room service, I will be fine.
     
    I pass my identification and my credit card across the counter to the attendant and after a few moments of staring at my pitiful appearance he passes me a key card and points me in the right direction. I’m just about to step in the elevator when I catch sight of her.
     
    “Chelle! Chelle! Over here!” I yell towards her. I can see she is startled. Obviously. But she joins me while I wait for the elevator to return again.
     
     
    Rochelle……
     
     
    I can't believe he saw me. I tried to stay as hidden as possible and it worked for over a week and then he decided to go get a room at the hotel. I saw him when he walked in and thought I was hidden well enough, concealed behind the fake plants the hotel seems to love. But just as he was entering the elevator I hear him yell out. I swear my heart stopped in my chest right then and there in the lobby. If it was possible for Craecia to die from a heart attack, I am sure I would have right then. I look around and as he continues to yell, trying to find the easiest way to escape, when I realize he isn't calling me my name, he is calling me my nickname, Chelle. My curiosity is peaked and I suddenly find myself taking the few steps that separate us.
     
    I am surprised when he wraps his arms around me, embracing me in a warm hug. I have missed my dear friend. I hate that we have found ourselves on opposites sides of a war, but maybe this is my chance to get him to see the truth. It is obvious he has no memory of our falling out. I wonder how many other things he has forgotten.
     
    I decide right then on our way up to his hotel room that I will stay with him, and if I find a way to bring him over to my side, I will. My mind is running a million miles a minute at the lies and false truths I will need to tell him. I can do this. Ose will be so proud of me.
     
    Lyon…..
     
    “You don’t know how happy I am to see you here! How the hell did we end up in freaking Texas? What are we doing here? Where are Hass and Orin?” I ask her questions back to back not giving her a chance to reply.
     
    “You really don't remember anything?” She asks. I shake my head no.
     
    “Let’s get upstairs and I’ll tell you everything you need to know.”
     
    We step into the room together and I notice Chelle is preoccupied. She seems a little off, tense or edgy maybe. She doesn't give me a chance to question her before she heads to the bathroom. When she returns, I see steam flowing from the shower.
     
    “Go ahead and wash up. You

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