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)
Did I just have a vision of my death?
It’s the second time I had a similar nightmare, and if it’s a vision, it means I won’t fulfill my destiny.
Sitting up in bed, I wipe the tears from my cheeks, and as I throw my legs over the side, I can hear birds chirping outside.
Still struggling to process the nightmare, the memories of everything that happened the day before rush through my mind.
Even though I slept through the night, I feel tired as hell.
Climbing to my feet, I walk to the basin and stare at my reflection in the mirror.
The black hair with silver streaks doesn’t look as weird anymore, but the sparkling green eyes will take some getting used to.
With a sigh, I pull the brush through the messy strands before brushing my teeth.
Is any of this worth it if I’m destined to die?
After patting my hands and mouth dry, I walk to the cupboard and stare at the clothes.
I hear footsteps in the living room and glance down at the nightgown I’m wearing. Hopefully, it’s Fleur, and she can get me something else to wear.
I walk to the doorway, but instead of Fleur, I see Raighne, where he places a cup of coffee down on the table.
When he glances in my direction, he says, “Morning, I brought you coffee.”
“Thanks,” I mumble, and moving closer, my eyes drift over the leather clothes that look ridiculously hot on him.
Will I ever get used to the fluttering in my stomach just from seeing him?
God, I hope so.
I pick up the cup and sip on the much-needed caffeine before taking a seat on one of the chairs.
“After you’ve gotten dressed, we’ll head out to the training field.”
“I’m not wearing the clothes in the cupboard. They’re too revealing, and I won’t have my ass hanging out for the world to see.” Trying my luck, I ask, “Can’t we go back to Earth to get my clothes?”
Raighne sits down across from me and shakes his head. “You have to blend in with your people, and that means wearing the same clothes as them, Princess.”
“Don’t call me that,” I snap.
And they’re not my people.
“I want pants,” I demand. “Similar to what you’re wearing.”
Raighne lifts an eyebrow and before he can shoot my request down, I say, “Let’s get one thing straight, Raighne. I’ve been ripped from my home. Twice. Very little makes sense to me, and the least you all can do is give me decent clothes, or you’re not getting shit from me.” I point to the door. “Go get me long pants and a shirt that covers more than just my nipples.”
I’m surprised when he nods, and without arguing, he leaves my quarters.
That was much easier than I thought.
Hey, at least I’ve won something.
While I drink the coffee, I stare at the open doorway. It’s quiet outside, and soon, my thoughts return to the nightmare I had.
Should I tell Raighne about the dream?
I shake my head before the thought can take root.
No one needs to know until it actually happens. Maybe I can use the visions and do something to change the future.
Chapter 10
Alchera
When Raighne comes back into my quarters, he places a stack of clothes on the coffee table. “These should be more to your liking.”
I get up and look through the three sets of clothes, then gathering them in my arms, I say, “Thanks.”
“Fleur will be with you shortly. I have a meeting, but I’ll be back in an hour so I can take you to your training session.”
“Training session?” I ask.
“With Brenna.”
Right.
With the dream from hell rattling me, I temporarily forgot the training.
When I don’t say anything, he looks at me for a few seconds before asking, “Are you okay?”
“It doesn’t matter whether I’m okay,” I mutter, my tone harsh.
Raighne takes a step closer to me, a frown line appearing between his eyes. “It does.”
I shrug and turning away from him, I carry the clothes to the bedroom.
From the doorway, I hear him say, “Alchera?”
I still need to get used to the name.
God, I need to adjust to everything. Is it even possible?
A burst of cynical laughter escapes me, and shaking my head, I say, “Just drop it, Ry…Raighne. I’m a big girl, and I’ll get over it.”
I hear him move closer and as I glance at him from over my shoulder, he says, “You can talk to me about anything.”
Yeah, I don’t think so.
“I have to get dressed.”
So my sister can kick my ass.
Lifting an arm, he wraps his fingers around the side of my neck. “Things won’t seem so foreign for long. You’ll adjust.”
Feeling his skin against mine makes tingles rush over my body, and just wanting to end the conversation, I nod. “I’ll see you later.”
He stares at me for a moment longer before nodding.
When he walks out of the room, my eyes follow him, then I turn my attention to the clothes.