Blood Oath (A Gabby Girls Adventure Novel, Book Two) by T.L. Clarke Page B
Authors: T.L. Clarke
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part of my heart, I will be forced to stop you."
Nemesis sneered at me mockingly. "Oh, beautiful but so naive Harmonia, do you really think you can? Do you really think that you can stop what the Eternals want? We are all divided, and if you force me"—she grabbed the back of my head, clutching my raven hair roughly—"I will rain fire down on you. Do not underestimate the span of my power or the will of my destiny." She gave me a frosty glare. "By the way, I also had a vision, a beautiful vision that my destiny is finally at arm’s reach. Now, I am more than willing to forget this little spat between us if you just join me and do as the council desires, and then we shall be truly one again."
I quickly flicked my wrist, sending a powerful spark of white light from my fingertips. The light gleefully blasted Nemesis in the face, knocking her backward like a backhanded slap and forcing her release. I smiled sweetly. "You know how I distaste your flair for the dramatic. So please, don’t touch me like that ever again, for next time—I will not be so nice."
Nemesis blew a fire-red strand of hair from her flushed face impatiently as she scrutinized me. "I will give you some time to think this over, dear sister, but not too long. After all, the clock is ticking. Tick-tock…tick-tock." She kissed me on the forehead, smiling good naturedly. But what I did not like was that the smile never reached eyes.
Nemesis’s face was now a cold mask of something dark and ugly just shimmering beneath the surface. She spun on her heels and briskly walked out of the room.
I sighed softly. "Oh, by the gods, I do not like this at all. All of my visions are coming to life, and the Eternals will be eternally at war! This is as it has been written, and no matter how many times that I try to rewrite the future, it still turns out the same," I whispered with frustration, turning slowly to look at the snow-capped mountain peaks. "The darkness has finally achieved its most prized goal of seeping into our world, and just as the visions promised, a war will begin, pitting the Eternals against the Elementi . And this is a war that I am not sure even we are strong enough to survive."
For the first time in my life, I felt utterly powerless, "Blessed be," I whispered sadly as violet-tinted tears slowly rolled down my cheeks.
chapter
EIGHT
I was so totally hungry. My pace quickened as I walked down the stairs and through the now-deserted lounge, well, deserted except for some guy sleeping on the couch wearing all black, with white headphones dangling from his ears.
The television was blaring as I tried to walk past him quietly. But my stomach growled in protest. Where was the kitchen? I looked at the guy again. Now that I was close, he looked so familiar. The last thing I wanted to do was disturb him, but there was no one else around.
I leaned over him curiously. It was that guy from the plane—the real angry one. What was his name—Justice?
"Um, excuse me," I whispered.
He didn’t move. Jeez, it was like he wasn’t even breathing. "Are you okay?" I reached down to gently tap him on the shoulder.
His eyelids suddenly snapped open, revealing angry light gray eyes. I jumped back, startled.
"Well I was until you woke me up," he retorted grumpily. "So, what do you want?" He unfurled his tall, lanky body, quickly sitting up, rubbing his hands briskly through his chocolate brown hair that flopped across his eyes as he stretched and yawned. "Well, first leveler?"
I was taken aback by his hostility. Jeez, why did he have to be so rude? I jammed my hands on my narrow hips irately.
"Okay, so what’s your problem? I was only going to ask you where I could get something to eat, but forget it now."
His eyes narrowed. "Is that why you were practically breathing down my neck?"
I was trying to get myself under control, but he was making me mad. And he knew it. "Breathing down your neck? Uh, I don’t think so. I tapped you, and barely at
Nemesis sneered at me mockingly. "Oh, beautiful but so naive Harmonia, do you really think you can? Do you really think that you can stop what the Eternals want? We are all divided, and if you force me"—she grabbed the back of my head, clutching my raven hair roughly—"I will rain fire down on you. Do not underestimate the span of my power or the will of my destiny." She gave me a frosty glare. "By the way, I also had a vision, a beautiful vision that my destiny is finally at arm’s reach. Now, I am more than willing to forget this little spat between us if you just join me and do as the council desires, and then we shall be truly one again."
I quickly flicked my wrist, sending a powerful spark of white light from my fingertips. The light gleefully blasted Nemesis in the face, knocking her backward like a backhanded slap and forcing her release. I smiled sweetly. "You know how I distaste your flair for the dramatic. So please, don’t touch me like that ever again, for next time—I will not be so nice."
Nemesis blew a fire-red strand of hair from her flushed face impatiently as she scrutinized me. "I will give you some time to think this over, dear sister, but not too long. After all, the clock is ticking. Tick-tock…tick-tock." She kissed me on the forehead, smiling good naturedly. But what I did not like was that the smile never reached eyes.
Nemesis’s face was now a cold mask of something dark and ugly just shimmering beneath the surface. She spun on her heels and briskly walked out of the room.
I sighed softly. "Oh, by the gods, I do not like this at all. All of my visions are coming to life, and the Eternals will be eternally at war! This is as it has been written, and no matter how many times that I try to rewrite the future, it still turns out the same," I whispered with frustration, turning slowly to look at the snow-capped mountain peaks. "The darkness has finally achieved its most prized goal of seeping into our world, and just as the visions promised, a war will begin, pitting the Eternals against the Elementi . And this is a war that I am not sure even we are strong enough to survive."
For the first time in my life, I felt utterly powerless, "Blessed be," I whispered sadly as violet-tinted tears slowly rolled down my cheeks.
chapter
EIGHT
I was so totally hungry. My pace quickened as I walked down the stairs and through the now-deserted lounge, well, deserted except for some guy sleeping on the couch wearing all black, with white headphones dangling from his ears.
The television was blaring as I tried to walk past him quietly. But my stomach growled in protest. Where was the kitchen? I looked at the guy again. Now that I was close, he looked so familiar. The last thing I wanted to do was disturb him, but there was no one else around.
I leaned over him curiously. It was that guy from the plane—the real angry one. What was his name—Justice?
"Um, excuse me," I whispered.
He didn’t move. Jeez, it was like he wasn’t even breathing. "Are you okay?" I reached down to gently tap him on the shoulder.
His eyelids suddenly snapped open, revealing angry light gray eyes. I jumped back, startled.
"Well I was until you woke me up," he retorted grumpily. "So, what do you want?" He unfurled his tall, lanky body, quickly sitting up, rubbing his hands briskly through his chocolate brown hair that flopped across his eyes as he stretched and yawned. "Well, first leveler?"
I was taken aback by his hostility. Jeez, why did he have to be so rude? I jammed my hands on my narrow hips irately.
"Okay, so what’s your problem? I was only going to ask you where I could get something to eat, but forget it now."
His eyes narrowed. "Is that why you were practically breathing down my neck?"
I was trying to get myself under control, but he was making me mad. And he knew it. "Breathing down your neck? Uh, I don’t think so. I tapped you, and barely at
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