Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 92232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“A mother who resented me until the day she left. Forget about it. I should have known you wouldn’t let me go,” she murmurs sadly.
Yanique takes my hand and tugs at it. I look to her and she tilts her head, letting me know it’s time to move on.
“This is not the time.”
I nod and begin to chant with her. I can’t help but feel a little bad for this girl. Her life looks to be so sad.
However, I shake the feeling off as we move forward. I’m starting to feel a bit light-headed. This is taking a lot out of me.
We stop again, however we’re not in the same room. This time, we’re in a den. There’s a fire going in the fireplace as a woman in trousers stands before it.
She’s curvy and her reddish-brown locks sit upon her head like a crown. Her back is to me, so I can’t see her face once again. She has an aura about her that says she’s powerful, but something in her posture gives me the feeling she does not know this.
Before I can ask Yanique about it, the man storms into the room. He looks angrier than before. This time, he’s in trousers and a shirt that is rolled up at the sleeves, showing off his tanned arms.
Again, he has aged. I notice something else. Every time we’ve seen this man, he has worn a distinct ring on his right hand. I wish I could get a closer look as it has grabbed my attention this time.
“You will do as I say, Ray Ann. I have allowed you to do as you please, but I’m putting my foot down this time,” he snarls.
“You’ve allowed me to do as I please? Really? Daddy, I have three friends. None of whom I’ve ever met face to face. I’ll be thirty soon and this… this man you’ve just introduced me to will be the first man I’ve ever dated.
“I don’t like him. He gives me the creeps. I’m not marrying someone because you say so. I do everything you ask of me, but this is a no. It doesn’t feel right. I can’t,” the woman replies.
“Angelo will make a fine husband,” the man says in impatience.
“For who? If you like him so much, you marry him.”
“Enough. All I do is to keep you safe—”
“Stop it. Stop it right now. I’ve heard this before and it still doesn’t ring true. You benefit from this, not me,” she growls with her fists balled at her sides.
I knit my brows as I watch the sparks surrounding her hands. Looking between the two, I get the feeling neither sees nor notices what’s happening.
“In order to keep her hidden from her mate, her magic had to be suppressed and then cloaked once it became stronger. The guardians are at work here,” Yanique answers my thoughts.
“But couldn’t she hurt someone or herself like this?”
“Also a task the guardians oversee. She will not actualize her powers and abilities until she finds her true mate. Something we must do now. Come, we are close.”
Nausea fills me and I’m not sure if it’s because I will see this woman with my love or if it’s the baby. I go with the latter as my belly warms and a sharp pain runs across my back.
I whimper but manage to stay upright. Yanique squeezes my hand and starts us on our way. After a moment, I’m able to lend my help.
We seem to move faster this time. When we stop, it’s so abrupt it’s like running into a wall. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
“Here, this is when he finds her,” Yanique says.
Slowly, I open my eyes. I stand frozen in a room filled with mirrors. My gaze lands upon my love.
His looks have changed. It’s not just the clothing. His hair is shorter and has grayed some, but his face is still the same.
I didn’t know his kind could age at all if this is what you would call it. Oddly, it’s just his hair. There are no other changes to mark the passage of time.
However, the thing that takes my breath away is the way he is looking at the woman before him. I turn my gaze to her. She’s gorgeous.
So much smaller than me, but she has a body full of curves. The black dress she has on is formfitting—not modest at all. Her bust and hips are on display. However, her face is stunning, distracting the eye from anything else.
She has bright honey-brown eyes and reddish-brown wavy locks. Her lips are full and look so lush on her pretty face. I don’t think Kendrick would be able to resist her even if she wasn’t his true mate.
“This is her again?” I ask bitterly.
“Yes, this is her. Can you not feel it? She is powerful in her own right. It lies dormant within her, but there is so much power there.”