Series: Lords of Rathe Series by Meagan Brandy
Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 93354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
“Terra aqua indiget sicut venae sanguine. Imple hanc humum et medullis et sanguine.” The Latin words roll off her tongue with ease. Earth needs water like veins need blood. Fill this soil up with both marrow and blood.
I hold in my laugh as I reach for her shoulder finally. She turns, her eyes meeting mine, when a blood-curdling scream pierces my ears. Ice grows over her face like poisonous vines would a perfectly flowered tree and I watch in horror as my best friend’s eyes turn a pale shade of white.
Hands come from behind, wrapping around my eyes.
“It’s okay, Villaina.” Her soft voice calms me instantly, and I swallow. “It’s just an illusion. Remember the spell I taught you?”
Nodding, I close my eyes and square my shoulders, reciting the words in my head.
The hands leave my face, and when I open my eyes, my best friend’s blue eyes stare into mine. “Got ya.”
Launching off the bed, I can still feel the frost particles stuck in the back of my throat when everything comes back into view. The room.
The bed.
The dresser.
The distinct smell of spice and soap. I turn to the side, seeing Knight asleep beside me. I reach to touch the smudges of blood all over his chest as my throat clogs with emotion I’m not ready to touch right now. His skin is warm, and I close my eyes and inhale, laying my palm over his chest. Thud. Thud. His heart beats against my hand, and for whatever reason, I breathe out a sigh of relief as my shoulders sag forward and tears prick the corners of my eyes.
What happened? Why do I remember weird things but don’t remember it being me? I slowly shuffle off the bed, careful not to wake the sleeping monster. Tiptoeing around the room, I look at it from a different light. When I got here, I didn’t ask myself the smaller questions that I probably should have.
Like, why did I feel a connection to Knight, and was it possible that everything he has been saying has some truth to it? Not that he’s said much more than “I’m his”.
“Fuck,” Knight whispers from behind me, and I fold my arms in front of my chest, slowly turning to face him. He blows out a deep breath and falls backward, his arms spread wide.
“What is happening to me?” My throat swells again, and I hate that I have to force myself to not cry. I don’t fucking cry. I’m the one who makes people cry, so why the fuck do I feel all twisted up right now? My stomach coils together, and the more time goes on, the more it tightens.
“Shit, London.” He shifts up the bed, the sheet resting just below where his abs cut down into a V. He runs his hand through his dark hair, his eyes finding mine, and if it wasn’t for the low ambiance of the red LED lighting around the bed, I probably would have missed the wild look in his eyes.
Like a deranged animal being starved of his favorite meal, his cheeks are sharper than usual with a tint of pink, and the bloodstains all over his chest lead a trail up his neck and to his face. No wounds, from what I can see.
“Your heart beats.” His tone is scratchy, the sheer awe in it tugging something deep inside me. “You’re…the fates got it right. You were made to be mine.”
“Knight.” I choke on his name, and he shoots up from the bed and is in front of me in a flash. He braids his hands into my hair ever so gently, and I lean up to look at him from below. “I don’t understand.”
The urgency I craved to be home, to the comfort of Ben, has dwindled out like a candle on its final little burn of wick. I shiver in Knight’s hold but lean closer into him, needing his touch on me. Like it’s the only thing I ever want again.
I don’t want to go anywhere; I want to stay right here. I need to.
Please don’t make me leave.
“Are you hungry?” he asks lazily.
My stomach rumbles and I blink up at him. “Yes. Weird.”
He chuckles but tucks me beneath his arm and directs me to the door. “Actually, hunger is the least weird thing that’s happened and about to happen to you, baby, but let’s get you fed.”
I let him walk me down the long hallway, bypassing the family portraits. I never asked him how many siblings he has. I mean, the room belonged to someone, or so the maid insinuated, but chances are she was telling the truth. There were personal items scattered throughout. Yet another thing I didn’t ask myself upon waking here.
We hit the bottom of the stairs and he leads me down to where I can hear laughter and chatting. Shit. My feet stop and he pauses, turning back to look at me.