Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 123779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 619(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 413(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 619(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 413(@300wpm)
I shake my head. “I only remember feeling an overwhelming need to get this person away from danger.” I try harder to remember, then say, “You’re there.”
Raighne shakes his head hard. “If I’m there, then you won’t get shot. If I’m with you, no harm will ever come to you.”
“Really?” I wave my hand over my body. “What do you call this?” I regret the words the moment I say them. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it. I’m just saying you can’t stop everything that will happen to me. Shit happens.”
His muscles strain as he stares at me, his expression downright scary.
Suddenly, my body jerks forward. I let out a startled shriek as I’m yanked through the air until I collide with Raighne. Pain shudders through me from the sudden movement.
Holy shit.
My hands slam against his shoulders, and I grab hold of them.
His arms wrap around me, and I’m shocked out of my everloving mind about how I just flew through the air.
“What the hell just happened?” I whisper, feeling panic bubble up inside of me.
It’s only then I remember earlier on the field when the knife was ripped away from my throat, and I flew backward.
Oh my God.
His breaths are coming fast, then just as quick as it happened, he lets go of me and puts a safe distance between us.
“I’m sorry,” is all he says before he turns around and leaves the bedroom.
Shit. Raighne just moved me clear across the room without touching me.
He has the power to move things.
Shaking my head, I wonder what else he can do that I don’t know about.
Exhausted, I sink down on the side of the bed and stare at the floor. I wipe my hand over my forehead and once again try to make sense of the chaotic mess my life has become.
Chapter 12
Alchera
After not getting much sleep, I wake up while it’s still dark out, feeling like a truck ran me over.
Every muscle aches so badly it takes me a few minutes just to get to my feet and to slowly stretch out.
Letting out a groan, I make my way to the tub and open the faucets. I brush my teeth and untangle my hair before getting a clean set of clothes from the cupboard.
God, I’m not looking forward to today at all.
Once the tub is full, I close the faucets. I strip out of my nightgown and sink into the balmy water.
Oh yeah, this is much better.
Slowly, my muscles begin to unwind, and I let out a satisfied moan.
Soooo much better.
I soak until the water starts to cool before I wash my body with my right hand, seeing as my left shoulder is still tender. I thought it would’ve hurt more but whatever the healer gave me must speed up the healing process.
Thank God for small mercies.
Once I’m done, I climb out of the tub and dry myself off before putting on the clean clothes. The more I move, the better I feel, and when I walk out of my living quarters, the sun’s just starting to peek over the horizon.
Leaving the camp, I climb a hill that leads to Roark’s camp, and at the top, I stand and watch as the sun rises.
The pinks and purples in the sky are beautiful, and for a while my mind is clear of all worries. I let my eyes roam over the natural beauty around me, and I get glimpses of a creek that’s twisting through trees and shrubs to my left.
“Please tell me you didn’t sleep out here,” River suddenly says from behind me.
I turn around to face him while shaking my head. “I just got up early.”
“I saw you standing out here and thought you could do with some coffee before the training,” he says as he hands me a cup of coffee. “How do you feel?”
“Better.” I take the much-appreciated caffeine from him. “Thanks.”
We stand in silence for a while, just enjoying our beverages, then River says, “It will get easier with time.”
I nod, my eyes drifting over the picturesque landscape.
A moment later, he says, “Come, it is time for breakfast before training.”
Even though I didn’t eat yesterday, I shake my head and hold my empty cup out to him. “You go ahead. I’m not hungry. Thanks again for the coffee.”
Luckily, River doesn’t argue, and when he walks back in the direction of our camp, I sit down on the grass and pull my knees up to my chest. Wrapping my arms around my shins, I stare at the fields and wildflowers.
The visions I’ve had fill my mind, and I wonder if all the training isn’t for nothing.
Will I be able to become stronger?
Will I save the chosen ten or die long before I can even try?
When I think of the billions of people that will be killed, my heart aches and frustration pours into my chest.