Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 84194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
I fell asleep with Sully wrapped around me.
Our hearts thumping as one.
Our confessions and commitments shining like stars above us.
Chapter Twenty-Six
“I LOVE YOU, JINX.” I smiled, carefree and happy.
A decade had slipped from my shoulders, removing sins and secrets, eradicating the heavy blackness from my life.
The coffee-haired goddess with her silver eyes didn’t turn around at my declaration.
My heart skipped a beat as I scowled and moved to stand in front of her. “Did you not hear me?”
She blinked, staring at me with no recognition whatsoever. “I’m sorry…what did you say?”
“I said, I love you.”
She stepped backward, her hand going to her chest. “But…I don’t even know you.”
My temper sparked with dry tinder. “What the hell are you talking about? Of course, you fucking know me.”
Her beautiful face blanched. “I’ve never seen you before.”
Fuck, the pain.
I’d never felt such pain.
“Whatever you’re doing, Eleanor, stop it. Right now.”
True fear smoked in her grey gaze. “Please…you’re scaring me. I honestly don’t know who you are.”
“You’re mine! That’s who you are.” I went to snatch her. To shake some sense into her. But a mirrored wall bounced my reflection with warning.
A man I’d never seen before stared back. He matched my movements, mimicked my motions. Every breath I took, he did. Every twitch, he copied. Every blink, he parroted.
What the—
My heart bucked as I scratched at my jaw, staring at blond stubble and shaved head instead of my usual dark features.
Eleanor continued to back away, fog curled around her feet, steadily obscuring her.
“No!” I rushed toward her. “Wait. It’s Sully. You know me. You love me. Wait!”
She wrung her hands, desperate to get away from me. “I’m sorry. You’re confused. You need help. I’m not who you think I am.”
“You are. You’re mine, goddammit. I’m in love with you. With all my fucking soul.”
The fog continued to hug her, deleting her wisp by wisp.
Euphoria.
That’s why she didn’t recognise me.
I was in Euphoria, hiding within a different character.
Rushing to the mirror, I yanked at the blond stubble. I scratched at the bald head. I stuck my fingers in my eyes to remove the sensors blocking me from the truth.
Pinching the slippery suckers, I yanked them from my gaze and threw them to the floor. With a huge exhale, I looked at the mirror again, lightheaded with relief that I’d figured it out. All I had to do was remove Eleanor’s sensors too, so she could see me, recognise me, come home with me.
Yet…as I raised my head and stared into my gaze…green stared back, not blue. Red hair loose around my shoulders, burly stance—a highlander from the Scottish moors.
No!
I glanced over my shoulder, searching for Eleanor, ready to get on my fucking knees for help.
But the fog had stolen her from me.
I was all alone, shedding the skins of imposters, unable to find who I truly was behind so many fucking masks.
I punched the mirror.
It smashed but repaired itself; the splinters of glass reforming and changing my reflection from red hair to dreadlocks.
A man with an ear-piercing and rings on his fingers.
I howled and scratched at my face.
Another mask fell.
A new man stared back. This one bristling with a black Mohawk and heavily shadowed eyes.
“Stop!”
It didn’t stop.
The shedding increased in speed.
Over and over, masks continued to fall and appear, obscuring me from myself.
A never-ending carousel of strangers.
Greek, Chinese, African, Swedish. Every nationality. Every shape and size.
Until finally, I slammed to my knees in terror and turmoil, unable to stare into another pair of unknown eyes, so fucking lost, crippling under the defeat of losing Eleanor.
My breath caught.
The final disguise fell away, leaving a kid standing in the rubble.
A kid I did recognise.
A kid with bruises and bumps of badly healed broken bones. A kid with a one-eyed dog at his side, covered in the wounds that’d killed him.
Pika appeared, squawking in panic, unable to figure out what’d happened to me. He flew around the boy, around and around, until he gave up and catapulted away.
The kid stared at the broken man in the mirror and said, “You gave that bird his freedom, and he stayed. You gave the girl her freedom, and she didn’t. She left because how can she trust a man who doesn’t recognise himself? How can she love a man who doesn’t deserve her trust? How can any goodness come from such lies?”
I wanted to kill the boy, to stop his awful message, but he stepped out of the mirror…he became me.
His voice in my skull.
His past hopes and dreams crushing me with disappointment. “It’s better she’s gone. She’s safer this way. Don’t you agree?”
A single tear rolled down my cheek as Pongo—the dog I’d tried to rescue only to sign his death warrant—disintegrated into dust. The voice of my adolescent self echoed through my bleeding chest. “Everything you love dies, Sinclair. Everything you treasure is gone. That’s your true curse. The one you can never run from.”