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perched on a regal black horse decked out in all kinds of shiny, glittery chains and armor. She wore war paint all over her body, and her red curly hair circled her face like a bloody halo.
Around her, men screamed, and men died. Her soldiers, her warriors, fought valiantly at her command, hurling their wicked swords into the fray with violence in their eyes. She herself was fighting, lashing out with a whip made of fire, scorching any who dare come close to her. Her battle cry rang out against the smoke filled sky, the flag of her allegiance billowing beside her like a beacon. Yes, this was her fight, her battle, her legacy. She would do everything she could to protect it.
But when a dark black mass of smoke approached from over the horizon, coming closer at speeds that seemed impossible, she heard her men scream in terror instead of exhilaration as they turned tail and ran. Determined to stand her ground, she kept her frightened horse in place and faced the onslaught of mysterious darkness alone.
And when it swallowed her whole, the last thing she heard was her own scream.
Jolting awake, she clutched at the blankets around her and panted, her chest heaving uncontrollably as she fought to regain control of her mind. Sweat dripped down her face, down her back, causing her shirt to stick to her skin. Real terror gripped her heart, and it took all the strength she had to fight it back.
Chilled to the bone, she collapsed against her pillows and covered her face with her hands, her breathing shallow and her throat tight.
She had never in her life had a dream quite like that. Correction, she had never in her life had a nightmare quite like that.
Repulsed by the images of death and destruction that kept replaying over and over in her mind, she threw off her blankets and padded into her bathroom, splashing cold water on her face and neck.
Stripping off her shirt, she threw it on the ground and quickly grabbed another, wanting to rid herself of the sweat. Annoyed that she was still shaky, she headed back into the bedroom and paused in front of her clock.
Midnight. The witching hour.
Because she didn’t feel the least bit tired any longer, she threw on her robe and decided to go outside for some fresh air. Maybe a walk in the moonlight would help clear her mind.
Shutting her bedroom door quietly behind her, she padded down the hallway, passing Liam and Capri’s rooms as softly as she could so as not to wake them. She went down the stairs and out into the main corridor, her eyes adjusting to the relative darkness.
At night, only some of the torches were lit, so most of the lighting came from the moonlight. The white beams cascaded through the stained glass windows at either end of the corridor, making the stone castle seem mysterious and more than a little eerie.
Clutching her robe tighter around her, she headed towards the Atrium. When she heard a shuffling sound and a muffled giggle, she paused, instantly thinking of Capri and Rian.
Curious, but not wanting to disturb them, she leaned around the corner carefully, just enough so she could see into the Atrium.
At first she couldn’t see much of anything, but then she saw two figures pressed up against the stone wall, silhouetted in the moonlight. When she looked closer, she was momentarily confused. Rian wasn’t that tall…
And when she heard the man’s murmuring voice, and the woman’s delighted giggle, she felt her heart fall straight to the floor even as her blood began to boil with fury.
Incensed, she lifted her palm and shot fire into the torches so that that section of the corridor was lit.
When she could see more than just the silhouettes of her father and Serendipity, she noted with disgust that he had one hand up her blouse and the other hiked up high on her thigh as he pressed against her.
They jolted apart, both staring in disbelief at Blythe, who now stood at the head of the corridor, her hands fisted on her hips and her head shaking in
Around her, men screamed, and men died. Her soldiers, her warriors, fought valiantly at her command, hurling their wicked swords into the fray with violence in their eyes. She herself was fighting, lashing out with a whip made of fire, scorching any who dare come close to her. Her battle cry rang out against the smoke filled sky, the flag of her allegiance billowing beside her like a beacon. Yes, this was her fight, her battle, her legacy. She would do everything she could to protect it.
But when a dark black mass of smoke approached from over the horizon, coming closer at speeds that seemed impossible, she heard her men scream in terror instead of exhilaration as they turned tail and ran. Determined to stand her ground, she kept her frightened horse in place and faced the onslaught of mysterious darkness alone.
And when it swallowed her whole, the last thing she heard was her own scream.
Jolting awake, she clutched at the blankets around her and panted, her chest heaving uncontrollably as she fought to regain control of her mind. Sweat dripped down her face, down her back, causing her shirt to stick to her skin. Real terror gripped her heart, and it took all the strength she had to fight it back.
Chilled to the bone, she collapsed against her pillows and covered her face with her hands, her breathing shallow and her throat tight.
She had never in her life had a dream quite like that. Correction, she had never in her life had a nightmare quite like that.
Repulsed by the images of death and destruction that kept replaying over and over in her mind, she threw off her blankets and padded into her bathroom, splashing cold water on her face and neck.
Stripping off her shirt, she threw it on the ground and quickly grabbed another, wanting to rid herself of the sweat. Annoyed that she was still shaky, she headed back into the bedroom and paused in front of her clock.
Midnight. The witching hour.
Because she didn’t feel the least bit tired any longer, she threw on her robe and decided to go outside for some fresh air. Maybe a walk in the moonlight would help clear her mind.
Shutting her bedroom door quietly behind her, she padded down the hallway, passing Liam and Capri’s rooms as softly as she could so as not to wake them. She went down the stairs and out into the main corridor, her eyes adjusting to the relative darkness.
At night, only some of the torches were lit, so most of the lighting came from the moonlight. The white beams cascaded through the stained glass windows at either end of the corridor, making the stone castle seem mysterious and more than a little eerie.
Clutching her robe tighter around her, she headed towards the Atrium. When she heard a shuffling sound and a muffled giggle, she paused, instantly thinking of Capri and Rian.
Curious, but not wanting to disturb them, she leaned around the corner carefully, just enough so she could see into the Atrium.
At first she couldn’t see much of anything, but then she saw two figures pressed up against the stone wall, silhouetted in the moonlight. When she looked closer, she was momentarily confused. Rian wasn’t that tall…
And when she heard the man’s murmuring voice, and the woman’s delighted giggle, she felt her heart fall straight to the floor even as her blood began to boil with fury.
Incensed, she lifted her palm and shot fire into the torches so that that section of the corridor was lit.
When she could see more than just the silhouettes of her father and Serendipity, she noted with disgust that he had one hand up her blouse and the other hiked up high on her thigh as he pressed against her.
They jolted apart, both staring in disbelief at Blythe, who now stood at the head of the corridor, her hands fisted on her hips and her head shaking in
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