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hear her thoughts as she slipped into blackness. Thoughts for her people, for the man she loved.” She shrugged Bash’s arm off of her shoulders and found herself in her brother’s arms.
He mumbled reassurances under his breath. When she finally pulled away from Jace, she glanced at the mantle and saw the ring. Picking it up, she looked at it in the firelight then glanced out the window. Lightning flashed brightly, showing them that the wolf was almost directly outside the window. She slowly slipped the ring onto her finger.
The room began to spin around her. She could hear Bash and Jace yelling, calling for her. The sound of glass shattering caused her to jerk her head toward the window. The wolf was now in the house. Chiming, the clock was striking out the hour: eight, nine, ten, eleven. A strong force pulled at her just as her fingertips came into contact with Jace. She could see Bash reaching for her on the other side. But the three of them were being pulled in different directions, out into the storm, then enveloped in complete blackness and silence.
CHAPTER TEN
M AGNOLIA FELT THE BITTERLY cold rain on her face. The slightest movement caused her shoulder to burn with pain. Her entire body hurt. Her eyes flew open as she hungrily sucked in fresh air. She felt something warm and soft against her and wanted to snuggle closer to it. When she went to move, she groaned in pain, causing the soft warmth to emit a low growl. Turning her head as well as she could, she saw that she was lying next to the wolf.
She allowed her eyes to search out her surroundings, and her heart began to pound as she realized that she was at the bottom of the hill that she had just seen Gordon roll Daciana down. She glanced down at herself to see that she was covered in mud and blood. The panic rose in her, causing her face to tingle. Where was Jace? She called out for him as she tried to pull herself up off the ground. “Jace!” She saw a shadow at the top of the hill. Her hand went to her hair, and she pulled the dagger hidden there. She stumbled up to her unsteady feet then laid a hand on Dragoste for support.
Soon the man was a few feet in front of her, and Dragoste was not growling.
“Daciana, what happened?” the man who looked so much like her brother asked with great concern. The same golden eyes, the same brown hair, the same strong jaw, but he was wearing a leather jerkin over a white linen shirt, and brown trousers that were tucked into boots. A sword hung at his side.
“Jace?” Her voice sounded puzzled, even to herself. Daciana did not have any siblings, so if she was Daciana, now who was this?
The man nodded his head.
“Yes, m’lady. Though you are the only one who calls me that. Jaceson.”
“Jaceson? I don’t know you,” she mumbled as her legs gave out from under her.
He caught her in his strong arms. Jaceson lifted her easily and carried her, Dragoste staying at their side. He walked until he found a cave that was protected from the rain. A few yards inside he found a small pool of water. He gently set her down.
She could hear him moving through the cave, scratches and scrapes of things against rock and dirt. She could only make out his shadow until he started a fire.
She shivered in her wet and muddy clothes as she kept her eyes on him. He looked so much like her brother. Could he be? Did he come with her? Was she dreaming again? The blood that still oozed from her wounds reminded her that she was not dreaming. It was just as her parents had told her; she was back to finish what should have been done hundreds of years ago.
“Who are you?” Her voice trembled when she finally spoke.
He pulled his shirt over his head and draped it across a stone near the fire so it would dry. “Jaceson of Marcello. Did you hit your head when you fell?”
“I did not fall.” She raised her chin, though it caused pain to erupt through her body.
“What happened?” he asked again.
“He tried to kill me. I must
He mumbled reassurances under his breath. When she finally pulled away from Jace, she glanced at the mantle and saw the ring. Picking it up, she looked at it in the firelight then glanced out the window. Lightning flashed brightly, showing them that the wolf was almost directly outside the window. She slowly slipped the ring onto her finger.
The room began to spin around her. She could hear Bash and Jace yelling, calling for her. The sound of glass shattering caused her to jerk her head toward the window. The wolf was now in the house. Chiming, the clock was striking out the hour: eight, nine, ten, eleven. A strong force pulled at her just as her fingertips came into contact with Jace. She could see Bash reaching for her on the other side. But the three of them were being pulled in different directions, out into the storm, then enveloped in complete blackness and silence.
CHAPTER TEN
M AGNOLIA FELT THE BITTERLY cold rain on her face. The slightest movement caused her shoulder to burn with pain. Her entire body hurt. Her eyes flew open as she hungrily sucked in fresh air. She felt something warm and soft against her and wanted to snuggle closer to it. When she went to move, she groaned in pain, causing the soft warmth to emit a low growl. Turning her head as well as she could, she saw that she was lying next to the wolf.
She allowed her eyes to search out her surroundings, and her heart began to pound as she realized that she was at the bottom of the hill that she had just seen Gordon roll Daciana down. She glanced down at herself to see that she was covered in mud and blood. The panic rose in her, causing her face to tingle. Where was Jace? She called out for him as she tried to pull herself up off the ground. “Jace!” She saw a shadow at the top of the hill. Her hand went to her hair, and she pulled the dagger hidden there. She stumbled up to her unsteady feet then laid a hand on Dragoste for support.
Soon the man was a few feet in front of her, and Dragoste was not growling.
“Daciana, what happened?” the man who looked so much like her brother asked with great concern. The same golden eyes, the same brown hair, the same strong jaw, but he was wearing a leather jerkin over a white linen shirt, and brown trousers that were tucked into boots. A sword hung at his side.
“Jace?” Her voice sounded puzzled, even to herself. Daciana did not have any siblings, so if she was Daciana, now who was this?
The man nodded his head.
“Yes, m’lady. Though you are the only one who calls me that. Jaceson.”
“Jaceson? I don’t know you,” she mumbled as her legs gave out from under her.
He caught her in his strong arms. Jaceson lifted her easily and carried her, Dragoste staying at their side. He walked until he found a cave that was protected from the rain. A few yards inside he found a small pool of water. He gently set her down.
She could hear him moving through the cave, scratches and scrapes of things against rock and dirt. She could only make out his shadow until he started a fire.
She shivered in her wet and muddy clothes as she kept her eyes on him. He looked so much like her brother. Could he be? Did he come with her? Was she dreaming again? The blood that still oozed from her wounds reminded her that she was not dreaming. It was just as her parents had told her; she was back to finish what should have been done hundreds of years ago.
“Who are you?” Her voice trembled when she finally spoke.
He pulled his shirt over his head and draped it across a stone near the fire so it would dry. “Jaceson of Marcello. Did you hit your head when you fell?”
“I did not fall.” She raised her chin, though it caused pain to erupt through her body.
“What happened?” he asked again.
“He tried to kill me. I must
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