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nervously to the side. “You better be.”
Ushered by Dahlia, Casper joined Royce far off in the sand.
“What’s next?” I asked, turning away from them, careful not to look at Royce’s face as I glazed over it. He was undoubtedly upset with me, and probably equally as worried. I was taking a chance here. But this seemed to be the sort of situation where any decision I made held at least some danger. With Laurel Luna’s letter in hand and absolutely no memory of how I got here, this option seemed like it held the least amount of danger.
At least that was what I hoped.
Jiqui pulled a lighter from his pocket, sparked it, and dropped it into the mixing bowl. A bright white fog spilled from the bowl’s brim, clouding the air between us.
“Now, Cresta Blut, all you have to do is breathe.”
I was just about to scold him, telling him that my name was Karr not Blut, but the instant I opened my mouth, it filled with the stupid magic mist. It tasted dense and dry, like ancient chalk that had been smashed up and fed to me inside a sandpaper milkshake.
I coughed hard, retching as the mist invaded my throat, lungs, and stomach. It stung as it filled me, like thousands of tiny little needles pricking at my insides all at once. I shook and, though I tried to stop myself, slumped to the desert floor.
God, they were right. They were all right to be worried. There was no way it was supposed to hurt this much. It couldn’t be helping me, opening my mind, and give me this reaction. This was a trick. Jiqui, finding a way around the barriers my birth mother placed on him, was trying to kill me. And he was going to succeed.
My eyes opened wide as I realized what was going on. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t move. All I could do was look up at that bright desert sun. The last thing I would ever see.
And then, it left me too.
Darkness filled the sky. The heat, which had pressed so hard against my burnt skin, chilled into an ice cold gust of wind. And the sun, bright and blinding, was replaced by a giant red moon.
“The bloodmoon,” I murmured, finding my lips to be working again. Seemed fitting.
Realizing that my body was now free, I sat upward. Everyone was gone. Casper, Royce, Dahlia, even Jiqui had vanished like smoke in the distance, like the mist that had sent me here. I was all alone, the black desert stretching out for what looked like eons around me.
I stood, my legs stronger than I’d expected.
“Hello?” I asked in a small voice, not expecting anyone to answer me.
What had happened? Where was I? And how did I get back?
A low growl sounded in the distance. Turning, I saw a pair of dark yellow eyes glowing at me. They sat stalwart for a moment and then darted toward me, moving the way a dog might. As the neared me, and I glimpsed the casing they were housed in, I realized it wasn’t a dg at all. It was a wolf.
Would have ran, but I found my body no longer able to obey my commands.
The monster neared, whited fur and bared fangs. It lunged at me, flying through the air, aimed at my throat.
Before it could wrap its teeth around me though, a sharp glint of light sliced through it, cutting it clean in half.
It was a sword, and looking over, I saw who it belonged to. He was taller than I remembered, and certainly more fierce. He wore a skin of fur over his chest and his eyes shone more fiercly than I had ever seen them before.
Sevie’s sweat gleamed under the light of the bloodmoon as his chest heaved up and down before me.
“Hello Cresta. Are you dead as well?”
Chapter 8
Hers
Sevie’s chocolate eyes bore into me, foreign and tinted in the red light of the hanging bloodmoon. He was harder now, strong and muscular. But the boy I knew was still there. The kindness and empathy that washed over every piece of him still existed in his bright face and arched eyebrows as he extended his hand to me and asked me
Ushered by Dahlia, Casper joined Royce far off in the sand.
“What’s next?” I asked, turning away from them, careful not to look at Royce’s face as I glazed over it. He was undoubtedly upset with me, and probably equally as worried. I was taking a chance here. But this seemed to be the sort of situation where any decision I made held at least some danger. With Laurel Luna’s letter in hand and absolutely no memory of how I got here, this option seemed like it held the least amount of danger.
At least that was what I hoped.
Jiqui pulled a lighter from his pocket, sparked it, and dropped it into the mixing bowl. A bright white fog spilled from the bowl’s brim, clouding the air between us.
“Now, Cresta Blut, all you have to do is breathe.”
I was just about to scold him, telling him that my name was Karr not Blut, but the instant I opened my mouth, it filled with the stupid magic mist. It tasted dense and dry, like ancient chalk that had been smashed up and fed to me inside a sandpaper milkshake.
I coughed hard, retching as the mist invaded my throat, lungs, and stomach. It stung as it filled me, like thousands of tiny little needles pricking at my insides all at once. I shook and, though I tried to stop myself, slumped to the desert floor.
God, they were right. They were all right to be worried. There was no way it was supposed to hurt this much. It couldn’t be helping me, opening my mind, and give me this reaction. This was a trick. Jiqui, finding a way around the barriers my birth mother placed on him, was trying to kill me. And he was going to succeed.
My eyes opened wide as I realized what was going on. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t move. All I could do was look up at that bright desert sun. The last thing I would ever see.
And then, it left me too.
Darkness filled the sky. The heat, which had pressed so hard against my burnt skin, chilled into an ice cold gust of wind. And the sun, bright and blinding, was replaced by a giant red moon.
“The bloodmoon,” I murmured, finding my lips to be working again. Seemed fitting.
Realizing that my body was now free, I sat upward. Everyone was gone. Casper, Royce, Dahlia, even Jiqui had vanished like smoke in the distance, like the mist that had sent me here. I was all alone, the black desert stretching out for what looked like eons around me.
I stood, my legs stronger than I’d expected.
“Hello?” I asked in a small voice, not expecting anyone to answer me.
What had happened? Where was I? And how did I get back?
A low growl sounded in the distance. Turning, I saw a pair of dark yellow eyes glowing at me. They sat stalwart for a moment and then darted toward me, moving the way a dog might. As the neared me, and I glimpsed the casing they were housed in, I realized it wasn’t a dg at all. It was a wolf.
Would have ran, but I found my body no longer able to obey my commands.
The monster neared, whited fur and bared fangs. It lunged at me, flying through the air, aimed at my throat.
Before it could wrap its teeth around me though, a sharp glint of light sliced through it, cutting it clean in half.
It was a sword, and looking over, I saw who it belonged to. He was taller than I remembered, and certainly more fierce. He wore a skin of fur over his chest and his eyes shone more fiercly than I had ever seen them before.
Sevie’s sweat gleamed under the light of the bloodmoon as his chest heaved up and down before me.
“Hello Cresta. Are you dead as well?”
Chapter 8
Hers
Sevie’s chocolate eyes bore into me, foreign and tinted in the red light of the hanging bloodmoon. He was harder now, strong and muscular. But the boy I knew was still there. The kindness and empathy that washed over every piece of him still existed in his bright face and arched eyebrows as he extended his hand to me and asked me
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