Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 111252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Yes, he’d been the one to almost carve Jiang Chong’s heart from his chest, and he’d do it again without a single thought. The bastard had thrown Yichen through a wall, almost snapping his spine. Each member of the clan had been battered and bruised. Barely able to move. The monster had then turned to stalk Jiejie. She’d had no formal training, no hope of defending herself from him.
Soft scratching followed by a demanding meow jerked Junjie from his bleak memories. He stepped from the door and opened it a crack. An enormous white and orange cat shoved his way inside like he had every right to stroll into Junjie’s room.
“Yiguo1,” Junjie murmured with a fond shake of his head. “I still can’t figure out how you’re getting into the house. I know you didn’t slip in when we all arrived.”
The cat gave a purring meow as he bumped his head into Junjie’s shin and made a point of rubbing the entire length of his body along Junjie’s leg as he entered the room. A loud purr rattled up from the cat like a broken jet engine. There was no mistaking that he was happy Junjie had made it home in one piece. Of course, that happiness most likely came from the fact that he’d continue to be fed choice bits of tuna and receive ample chin scratches in the future.
Junjie closed his bedroom door, resolving to place the cat outside before he lay down for the day. The distraction was a welcome break from his current thoughts.
Cats and other small animals had always been drawn to him. Since his first days with the Zhang clan, he’d been the disciple to help feed the chickens and other animals kept on the property. He’d spread seeds for the birds and even pocketed carrots and greens from dinner to give to the rabbits on the hill.
When he became a vampire, he’d hoped that his vampiric gift would be the ability to speak to animals and understand their thoughts. Unfortunately, his gift turned out to be the ability to glimpse into the future. A useless gift, for the most part. His vision was always too full of death. And often, the future was too fluid, shifting this way and that. He could rarely see anything useful that could help his clan or save a life.
He hadn’t expected to find a cat so quickly in America. The stray had creeped through their garden a couple of days after they’d moved into the house. It had been spending far too much time batting at their koi fish, so Junjie had started feeding him, hoping to turn the cat away from the captive prey. Thankfully, Yiguo was more interested in a regular, easy meal. After less than a week, Yiguo lost all interest in the koi and became a regular feature at the back door, where he waited for Junjie to appear with tuna.
Even with the regular meals, the cat still found ways into the house despite Junjie’s efforts to keep him outside. No matter how he attempted to follow the cat, he still couldn’t figure out how he was getting inside. He’d given up on kicking Yiguo out. As long as the cat stayed out of Ming Yu’s way in the kitchen and didn’t make a mess, Junjie was content to allow him to roam about. Mostly, Yiguo stuck close to Junjie and lounged in Junjie’s private quarters.
Today, Yiguo rubbed against his leg and then jumped up onto the bed where he stretched out in the center, as if it were his.
Junjie walked over to a chest-high bureau and slid out the top drawer. He frowned at the folded length of woven fabric sitting in the very center. When his visions had kicked in for the first time, they’d been extremely chaotic. Little more than fragmented flashes of events. Some were filled with people he knew, while others were of total strangers. They’d been debilitating at first, which had only angered Jiang Chong. Xiao Dan had stepped in repeatedly to defend and protect him from Jiang Chong’s anger.
The moment they’d learned he was seeing visions of the future, Jiang Chong had retreated, hoping to make use of Junjie’s visions. But he had no control over what he saw or when he would receive new visions. The door to the future opened when it wanted to. It was not something Junjie could access on his own.
At least, not at first. It had taken him centuries to hone his gift enough to make it into something that was even a tiny bit useful.
It had been Chen’s suggestion that he merge his gift with something tactile he could focus his energy on. Weaving a cloth with different colored threads allowed him to assign each person in his clan a specific color. Only then could he follow that person’s future. In the early years, he’d witnessed countless deaths, but that had been largely thanks to Jiang Chong and the emperors they served.