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 recognize the man from the vision I had earlier.
They look so much alike, sharing the same blonde hair and gray eyes.
“You were great, Sarah. How’re you feeling?” he asks as they step off the stage, heading to a room at the back.
I follow them inside and notice how he looks at her as if she’s his entire world.
“Doug, stop your worrying. You’d swear I’m going to drop dead any second now.”
I see the fear registering on Doug’s face, his eyes filled with sadness. “Don’t say that,” he grits the words out between clenched teeth.
“I’m not leaving you anytime soon. You’re my big brother, and I love you way too much. Be a darlin’ and get me some water.”
The world blurs again, and I hear them laughing.
Trees rush by, and they’re driving down a narrow road. The air coming through the open window is chilly.
They drive past a sign that reads ‘James Street’ and something else that’s a bit of a blur.
They laugh again as Doug takes a right and turns into a parking area. He finds a parking spot, and they start walking toward a huge building.
I glance around and realize they’re at a hospital.
“Ready for chemo, sis?” Doug asks. I can hear tension in his voice.
My heartbeat speeds up, and my eyes dart to Sarah. She smiles up at Doug and hooks her arm into his. “I have to be. It’s this or nothing.”
“They could be wrong, you know.” he tries to encourage her while hugging her tightly to him.
Sarah turns her face into Doug’s shoulder, and I catch the heartache she’s trying to hide from him.
“What if the chemo doesn’t work? They said I only have a couple of months left. I might not make it, and I don’t want to leave you.”
Her panic is raw and real, and I desperately want to take it from her.
“You’ve been doing so great,” Doug says as his palms frame her face. “You’re a fighter. You’re going to beat this.” He pulls her into another hug, and it looks like he’s trying to give all his strength to her.
God, I want to help this brother and sister, who love each other unconditionally, with all my heart.
I have to find them.
I look at the name of the hospital, then everything blurs again.
“Alchera?”
I blink, clearing the haziness still lingering around the edges of my sight.
Raighne is standing behind me. He reaches for my arm, but before he can touch me, I spin around.
“They’re in Ireland. We have to move fast. Sarah, the woman, is dying. We have to go now.”
Panic swells in my chest. I just want to find Sarah.
“She’s what?” Raighne stares at me in disbelief.
I walk to the doorway, saying, “She has some kind of cancer and only has months to live. Maybe less than that. She needs me.”
Raighne’s hand shoots out, and he grabs my arm. “Hold up. We need to talk.”
“Now?” I take a deep breath before glancing at him. “We don’t have time to talk. We need to find Sarah and Doug.”
I yank my arm free and walk straight to the station wagon. Without looking back, I get into the vehicle.
The last thing I want is to talk about my feelings while my chosen ones need me.
By the time we finally reach the motel, I don’t care that it looks rat-invested.
Jason and Finian arrange three rooms, and I have no choice but to follow Raighne to ours.
“Go shower,” he mutters as soon as he shuts the door behind us.
Letting out a sigh, I head to the bathroom, and when I’m finally alone, I close my eyes and fight to keep my chaotic emotions from exploding all over the place.
Everything’s becoming too much for me to handle.
First, I’m yanked off Earth and shoved into Vaalbara. I’m forced to train for months before a sadistic bitch and her offspring kidnaps and tortures the hell out of me. Then I lose my father, and now I’m going after ten people who don’t understand what’s happening.
Jesus, my life sucks ass.
Inhaling a fortifying breath, I shove the self-pity aside and walk to the shower. I turn on the faucets, and while the water warms up, I strip out of my clothes.
When I step beneath the spray, and the warm drops pelt my skin, I let out a groan.
I wish I could sleep for weeks.
I wash my body, ignoring the ugly bruises on my ribs and torso. I can’t see the cut on the back of my leg all that well, so I don’t know if the wound is healing.
I’ll deal with that problem later.
Climbing out of the shower, I grab a towel to dry my body, but a knock on the bathroom door has me freezing.
“Um … yeah?”
“It’s Raighne. We need to do a healing session.”
Shit.
My eyebrows dart into my hairline. I stare at the door as if it will bite me and then frantically scan the bathroom for my bag with the clean clothes.