Fated Release (Fated Keepers Series Book 2) by Kristyn Eudes Page B
Authors: Kristyn Eudes
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together right now, I already feel better about so many things. We are in this together.
I realize after we hang up together that nothing is the way it used to be and yet I believe for the moment that everything will work out. Sticking my phone in my back pocket, I step out of the shade of the trees and twirl through the rain soaked leaves on the ground, dancing to my own beat. Orin appears out of no-where and soon I'm tangled in his arms as we dip and spin through the forest.
“I am so happy!!!! Arsema is AWAKE!” I tell him as he spins me out and brings me in close again.
“Really? That is awesome! How?”
“I have no idea really. But she thinks that when Erik was killed while he was out looking for Cash, his power transferred to her. Speaking of Cash, the Shaman thinks he may be following Elmeri here.”
We slow the tempo of our impromptu dance until we are just swaying against each other.
“We will handle that when they arrive. I can't believe Erik is gone. The original Craecia, dead.”
I look up at him agreeing with his shocked words… I think a part of him realizes this is what I saw yesterday in my vision. He does not question me or get angry for not talking to him about it then. Instead he wraps his arms around me tightly and pulls me closer. I realize suddenly that I am in big trouble. This man has already captured my heart. I didn't want to care for him. I don't want to love him and he seemed fine with that, but over the course of our journey, I have done just that. I have fallen in love with this man. My friend, my caretaker, my keeper. He has been here for me through hell and helped see me through to the other side. Of course I can't tell him that. I swallow a chuckle thinking of the fun I can have with him.
Chapter 21
Lyon
My insides are on fire. I feel like my body is trying to tear itself inside out. I have been sleeping on and off for days. Rochelle left yesterday, saying she had an errand to run and still hasn’t returned. I wish I could say I missed her presence, but I feel nothing but relief. From the moment I first saw her at the hotel, I have felt something was off, but I can't pinpoint what it is. It’s like walking into a room to grab something and not remembering what it was as soon as you get there.
I know I'm missing something or someone… Yes someone. But who? I slam my head back down on the pillow and yell in frustration. Ahhhh! Maybe a hot shower will help ease the pain and stiffness in my muscles, I think to myself as I get up and gather some clean clothes. Turning on the hot water I shut the bathroom door and look at myself in the mirror for the first time in what feels like years. My face is sunken in. A hollow shadow of the person I once was. Dark, puffy circles hang under my eyes in stark contrast to the pale pasty color of my once olive toned skinned. I look like death warmed over. What has happened to me?
Thirty minutes later and I have used up all of the hot water and still feel no better. If anything, I feel worse. The nauseating feeling is stronger now than ever. I wipe the mirror clean of fog and grab my razor and toothbrush. Something has to make me feel better. I can't think of a time I have ever felt like this before. No, the only time I have even come close, was when I was away in Rome studying and hadn’t hunted in months. Maybe that’s what I need. A hunt. I have always known that the essence of the Orfeo strengthens and sustains us. How long has it been since I have hunted?
Yes. I think a hunt is just what I need. I will wait for Rochelle until evening. If she isn’t back by dark, then I will go without her. I wonder where on earth she is at and why she didn't tell me she was leaving. She had been acting weirder and weirder over the last couple of days. I feel like I am missing something very important, but I don't have the energy to try to figure out what it is. I think I'll take a nap
I realize after we hang up together that nothing is the way it used to be and yet I believe for the moment that everything will work out. Sticking my phone in my back pocket, I step out of the shade of the trees and twirl through the rain soaked leaves on the ground, dancing to my own beat. Orin appears out of no-where and soon I'm tangled in his arms as we dip and spin through the forest.
“I am so happy!!!! Arsema is AWAKE!” I tell him as he spins me out and brings me in close again.
“Really? That is awesome! How?”
“I have no idea really. But she thinks that when Erik was killed while he was out looking for Cash, his power transferred to her. Speaking of Cash, the Shaman thinks he may be following Elmeri here.”
We slow the tempo of our impromptu dance until we are just swaying against each other.
“We will handle that when they arrive. I can't believe Erik is gone. The original Craecia, dead.”
I look up at him agreeing with his shocked words… I think a part of him realizes this is what I saw yesterday in my vision. He does not question me or get angry for not talking to him about it then. Instead he wraps his arms around me tightly and pulls me closer. I realize suddenly that I am in big trouble. This man has already captured my heart. I didn't want to care for him. I don't want to love him and he seemed fine with that, but over the course of our journey, I have done just that. I have fallen in love with this man. My friend, my caretaker, my keeper. He has been here for me through hell and helped see me through to the other side. Of course I can't tell him that. I swallow a chuckle thinking of the fun I can have with him.
Chapter 21
Lyon
My insides are on fire. I feel like my body is trying to tear itself inside out. I have been sleeping on and off for days. Rochelle left yesterday, saying she had an errand to run and still hasn’t returned. I wish I could say I missed her presence, but I feel nothing but relief. From the moment I first saw her at the hotel, I have felt something was off, but I can't pinpoint what it is. It’s like walking into a room to grab something and not remembering what it was as soon as you get there.
I know I'm missing something or someone… Yes someone. But who? I slam my head back down on the pillow and yell in frustration. Ahhhh! Maybe a hot shower will help ease the pain and stiffness in my muscles, I think to myself as I get up and gather some clean clothes. Turning on the hot water I shut the bathroom door and look at myself in the mirror for the first time in what feels like years. My face is sunken in. A hollow shadow of the person I once was. Dark, puffy circles hang under my eyes in stark contrast to the pale pasty color of my once olive toned skinned. I look like death warmed over. What has happened to me?
Thirty minutes later and I have used up all of the hot water and still feel no better. If anything, I feel worse. The nauseating feeling is stronger now than ever. I wipe the mirror clean of fog and grab my razor and toothbrush. Something has to make me feel better. I can't think of a time I have ever felt like this before. No, the only time I have even come close, was when I was away in Rome studying and hadn’t hunted in months. Maybe that’s what I need. A hunt. I have always known that the essence of the Orfeo strengthens and sustains us. How long has it been since I have hunted?
Yes. I think a hunt is just what I need. I will wait for Rochelle until evening. If she isn’t back by dark, then I will go without her. I wonder where on earth she is at and why she didn't tell me she was leaving. She had been acting weirder and weirder over the last couple of days. I feel like I am missing something very important, but I don't have the energy to try to figure out what it is. I think I'll take a nap
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