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)
God, how can any of this be fair?
I hear movement behind me, and a second later, Raighne sits down beside me, resting his forearms on his knees.
Minutes pass as I stare at the flowers, then he asks, “How do you feel?”
“Better.” I turn my head and let my eyes drift over his attractive features. “What happened last night?”
A heavy breath escapes his chest before he meets my gaze. “I can move things.”
I nod. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because yesterday was the first time it happened.”
“Oh!” My eyebrows lift. “Well, congrats on getting a new power.”
It’s better than having visions.
“Talent,” he corrects me. “We call them talents.”
Giving him a curious look, I ask, “Do you have any other talents I don’t know about?”
The corner of his mouth lifts, and he climbs to his feet. Reaching a hand out to me, he says, “You’ll find out soon enough.”
When I take his hand, his fingers wrap around mine. He pulls me to my feet and doesn’t let go immediately but instead steps closer to me.
He lifts his other arm, and his fingers brush over the cut on my throat that’s healing much faster than it would’ve on Earth.
Something electric ignites between us, and it rushes through my body.
Oh wow.
All the emotions this man has made me feel since we first met flood my chest. Once again, I stand before him with a racing heart and fluttering stomach, trying my best not to fall in love.
It feels like I’m fighting a losing battle, and unable to hold back, I close the distance between us and wrap my arms around his waist. Hugging him might be overstepping, but I really need it right now.
Luckily, he doesn’t push me away but instead wraps me up in a tight embrace.
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath of his scent.
He smells so good.
I wish I could just stay in his arms and forget about everyone and everything.
Raighne’s hand brushes up and down my back, and he presses a kiss to the top of my head. It feels like something a protective father would do and not a man who’s romantically interested in me.
Shoot.
Reluctantly, I pull back while trying to hide the disappointment I feel.
“I better get my butt to training,” I mutter, my tone sounding awkward.
He just nods, and when we start to walk, I say, “You don’t have to come with me. I can find the field on my own.”
“Where you go, I go,” he grumbles.
Glancing up, I see a frown on his forehead. He actually looks upset.
“Did I do something wrong?” I ask, wondering if hugging him was crossing a line.
He shakes his head but doesn’t meet my eyes.
When we near the field, I see two people standing beneath a canopy of trees.
The man looks different from the others I’ve seen, his light brown hair cut short, whereas Raighne and River wear theirs a bit longer. His eyes are so light they remind me of ice.
The woman is a different story altogether. She doesn’t look friendly at all as she practically gives me the evil eye.
She’s tall and built quite muscular and can probably kick my ass like Brenna did.
“Peace be, Princess Alchera.” Both voices pipe up at the same time. It sounds like a rehearsed phrase.
I try not to scowl at the princess part. “Morning, just call me Alchera.”
The guy is the first to smile, while the scowl remains on the girl’s face.
“I’m Storm, and this is Blair. Don’t mind her, she doesn’t speak much.”
Just then, I hear Roark call out, “Training will begin now.”
As I turn around, I see Raighne standing to the side, talking with River. Great, just what I need, spectators to watch me make a total ass of myself.
Raighne’s eyes flick to me, and he stares for a moment before returning his attention to whatever River’s saying.
“Alchera, Storm will show you how to hold and handle a knife while I finish yesterday’s session with Blair,” Roark orders, pulling me out of my thoughts.
“Sure thing,” I say as I turn to face Storm.
Nerves begin to spin in my stomach because if he trains me the same way as Brenna, they’re going to have to scrape my dead body up off the grass.
Here goes nothing.
Instead of jumping into action and kicking my ass, Storm gives me a patient smile. “Watch how I hold the knife. It’s important so you don’t cut yourself by accident.”
As I watch the way his fingers wrap around the handle, a slow smile spreads across my face. He swipes the blade expertly through the air and then holds it out to me. “Your turn.”
I take it carefully and hold it the way he showed me.
“Your hands are smaller. I suggest you hold the handle here for better grip.” He slides my hand further up the handle, and my grip feels firmer.