Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 105815 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105815 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
That was…odd. He rarely ever used this color. Bright reds, shining golds, deep purples, and an ocean of blues covered the cloth already. But almost never orange.
Nimble fingers selected a long silver needle. He threaded the needle with practiced ease and stopped. A slight tremble entered his fingers, and his mouth went dry. Fear turned his entire body to ice. What was he going to see this time? Who was going to die? There was no one in his life he could survive parting with. They were all family. So precious to him.
“No,” Junjie said in a low, forceful voice. He squeezed his eyes shut and tightened his grip on the needle. “Death isn’t the only thing the future has to offer. There is more. Happy things. Hope. Love. Laughter. The future gave us Erik. The future gave me Leo’s smile.”
Without opening his eyes, Junjie picked up the cloth in his left hand and started creating stitches in the fabric at the empty end. In times of an emergency or if the need was dire, he could sometimes kick-start his power by running his fingers over stitches he’d made in the past.
But this was a new, fresh reading. He wanted to look further into the future by days, weeks, or even a few months. That required new stitches, new designs for his fingers to follow.
He worked with his eyes closed, never seeing what he was creating as he placed one stitch after another, filling the cloth in what he hoped was a somewhat coherent design. But most of the time, they weren’t. He worked until the spark that had bitten at the tip of his finger earlier snapped and crackled again. This time, the feeling began in his brain like a tiny thunderstorm was brewing.
There was no telling how much time had passed. It didn’t feel as if it had taken long. But when it took hold, he pulled the needle free of the thread and set it aside. He’d learned from experience that if he didn’t remove the needle, he would end up stabbing himself with it.
He rested both hands on the cloth, his fingers moving along the various stitches like a blind man reading braille. Even though his eyes were closed, colors flashed through his brain as if telling him he moved from a blue thread to green, then yellow.
But his fingers stopped as the colors swirled together and formed shapes. Clear shapes.
He was standing in the driveway before the manor. The vehicles were there, and the sky was dark. A forceful wind swept through the area, making the trees sway and the limbs rattle together. He could almost feel the coldness riding the wind, carrying with it colored leaves ripped free from their branches.
The scene rippled as if his brain was attempting to bring it further into focus, and Jiang Chong appeared. His long black hair danced in the wind. A long sword slashed the air in front of him, reflecting the lights from the house.
With his teeth clenched, Junjie held the image still as he turned it in his mind to see more. Jiang Chong wasn’t alone. He was facing Jiang Chong, but he had no sword in his hand and he was completely alone. No. A step directly behind Junjie was Leo.
No! No! No!
Why was the cat shifter there? He had no business being anywhere near this fight. He should be inside as the last line of defense for Erik. Why wasn’t the dragon out there? Where was the rest of his clan?
Junjie’s heart raced and his throat felt like it was attempting to close completely, but he had to push on. There was no turning back now. He had to know what happened to himself and Leo. This had to be when they killed Jiang Chong. There was no allowing him to escape.
It was a struggle to get the scene from the future to roll forward as everything in Junjie’s heart was screaming to stop the vision right now.
The fight lurched forward, nearly a blur in its speed. Junjie fought Jiang Chong without a sword as best he could. Suddenly, an orange blur entered the fight, chasing his old creator around the property.
But all too quickly, Jiang Chong disappeared. Junjie felt like he blinked because Leo was suddenly there beside him. Leo’s lips parted, his face twisting as he tried to cry out. He pulled Junjie and the vampire stumbled forward.
As he caught his balance and looked up, it was to see Jiang Chong plunge his blade straight into Leo’s chest.
“No!” Junjie screamed. His eyes flashed open, but the image was already burned into his brain.
Jiang Chong killed Leo.
He screeched again as he clambered to his feet. He upended the table in front of him, sending the cloth, thread, and needles flying across the room. It wasn’t enough. He seized the table and threw it across the room. “I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you, Jiang Chong!”