Abuse. Torment.
Saint’s undying love for
her.
A witch—or four. The
world’s most powerful spell. The creation of the unnatural.
Her undying love for
Draco.
A war is brewing between
the Light, the Dark and the Unknown.
In the midst of it all stands Sarenah. Her
memories have returned as she rewinds the past in order to move forward with
her future so she can reclaim what, or who, belongs only to her, but will she
be able to accept the disturbing secrets that go along with the reminiscence?
In
the midst of dragging trees, I saw Sarenah sitting on the back porch, her dress
hiked up around her thighs from the heat as she was thumbing through a
book. She wasn’t even acknowledging the
fact that I was there, nor did she care that I could see her bare legs. She was being totally inappropriate and rude
at the same time … and I liked it. I
felt intrigued to my very core, so much that I had to go over and say something
to her.
“Hey,”
I mumbled.
Without
looking up, she reiterated, “Hey.”
My
frustration grew as I clenched my fingers into my palms. “Is that book so interesting that you can’t
even talk to me?”
That
had gotten her attention. She slammed
the book shut and stood up, the dress falling back down around her ankles.
“Are
you so interesting that I can’t even read my book?” Her dark eyes were wild and she was glaring
at me as if she wanted me to spontaneously combust. “Don’t you have a job to do? Look at this mess.” Her eyes moved to the yard. “All of these branches everywhere. My uncle will have your hide.”
She
was so angry. I couldn’t help
myself. I wiped the sweat from my brow
with the back of my hand and busted out laughing.
Sarenah’s
hands moved to her hips. I thought she
was about to hit me.
I
threw up hands up in defense. “I’m
…” The laughter got the best of me
again. “I’m sorry, Sarenah.” I flashed her an apologetic grin. “It’s just, I think this is the first time
I’ve ever heard you talk so much and you’re spatting off at me like some crazy
person.”
Her
gaze had softened then. She bit her
bottom lip so she wouldn’t crack a smile herself. “A crazy person, huh?”
I
nodded, stopping to really get a good look at Sarenah’s face, her stunning
features and the way her dark eyes popped out in a terrific way. This was
Rebecca’s sister? I had been missing
out. Sarenah’s strange ways evaporated
into enticement before me.
I
spent the rest of the evening listening to Sarenah talk as I took all of it
in. The tree branches were still
scattered all over the yard, but I doubted her uncle would be back anytime soon
to discover the mess. Everyone knew he
lived at the saloon. She talked mostly
about her parents. She had a deep ache
from the loss inside of her. She was in
a great deal of pain that I felt my own heart hurting along with hers, for
her. I found myself wrapping my arm
around her and her actually letting me get away with it, but I wasn’t in it to
try to make a move. I found myself
wanting to comfort Sarenah, tell her everything was going to be okay. I wanted her to trust me and continue to
confide in me. She leaned her head
against my shoulder, being content to be there with me. It felt incredible as if I had been able to
tame her so easily. She was feisty but
now so serene. I could’ve lived in that
moment forever and been completely content to just be lucky enough to be near
her, to smell the flower fragrance in her hair as it fell down across my
arm. I rubbed her shoulder with my
fingertips. She started humming, the
sound making the chaos within me only increase. It was in that moment that I had leaned over
and my lips found hers. It had been
brief but magnificent, and I was wondering if my mind was ever going to be the
same.
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Sara V. Zook is a
paranormal/fantasy writer. She is the author of the Strange in Skin Trilogy,
Clipped, Evanescent, Book 1 in The Sempiternal Series and A Magic Within. She
lives in Pennsylvania with her 3 small children and husband.
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