“Stop!” Ru shouted, clambering to her feet, despite the pain in her shoulder and a new, sharp ache in her ankle. “I told you, I don’t wish to go with you! And I know I have to choose!”
“Who told you that?” he asked, folding his arms and laughing. “Cutter? He’s an imbecile. I will take you, Rune. I have to. You’re the only one who can do what needs to be done.”
“No!” she screamed again. “I won’t go with you! I won’t do what you want me to do!”
“Rune, think of your father! He’s locked away in constant torture. You’re the only person who can set him free.”
She began to shake her head, trying to keep thoughts of what Larkin must be going through out of her head.
“Your mother has been in hiding for over twenty years because of what those people,” he pointed over his shoulder, “threatened to do to her!”
This is the end of the first volume, Ruin's Lot. The next volume is called Ruin's Promise. You can keep reading right here! All three volumes are combined into one book here. :) Thank you for reading! Please consider leaving a review if you like the story.
VOLUME II: RUIN'S PROMISERu took a deep breath and surveyed the little faces sitting on the carpet in front of her. She sat on the chair from which she’d read dozens of stories already in just the two months that school had been in session. She thought back to how optimistic she’d been back then, thinking this would be the best class she’d ever had, and she would teach them so much before the end of the school year. Now, it was only eight weeks later, and she was preparing to tell them goodbye. The tears stung her eyes and threatened to spill over; she only hoped she could manage to get her message out before the dam gave way.Cutter had told his class last Friday and had been gone for an entire week now. His replacement, Kristin Collins, was sweet, and Ru had assured him they were in good hands. Now, it was her turn. Never in a million years had she envisioned herself leaving her classroom, her profession, but she had important
“How did it go?” Cutter Michaels asked, almost as soon as she walked in the door. Her face must have told him everything because he opened his arms, and she buried her face in his shoulder, the tears resurfacing. He hugged her gently, careful not to put too much pressure on her shoulder which was healing from the fall she’d taken in the woods a few weeks ago. Luckily, it had only been dislocated and not broken. “I’m so sorry,” he said quietly, stroking her hair. “It’ll get better. In a few days, it won’t hurt nearly as much.”She realized he knew because he’d just told his class goodbye as well, but he wasn’t really a teacher, so she had no way of knowing if he really cared for his students the same way she did. Having witnessed him with his class these past weeks, she thought he did, though; he seemed to love each of them very much.After a moment, she was able to regain her composure. “I&rs
It had only been a couple of weeks since Lyric had taken a picture of Ru’s scars, the ones she had been given her true name, Rune, by her mother for, but she hadn’t had any luck getting a clear translation yet. Ru knew Lyric Gabriels well enough already to understand she wouldn’t give up until she found an answer. She nodded at Ivy and managed a small smile.“Still not sure why Rider’s putting another bathroom in a house we probably won’t be staying in long term,” Cutter commented. “But if it gives him something to do….”“I think he’s tired of there being three girls and only two bathrooms,” Ivy chuckled, stepping back toward the kitchen. “Personally, I wouldn’t mind if he had his very own restroom.” She made a face as if to say Rider Michaels had a habit of stinking up the other bathrooms, and Ru couldn’t help but chuckle. Rider was something else, that was for sure.
“Concentrate, Ru. I know you can do this.” Cutter’s voice cut through the darkness, but Ru wasn’t as convinced as he was. After weeks of trying in every venue and under every sort of conditions they could come up with, Ru was still struggling to slip out of her human form. Cutter had described it to her a million different ways, but she just wasn’t getting it. At all. At least with the light, she could now conjure it to some degree whenever she wanted to, though it never seemed to grow to the extent it had when she’d knocked Thanatos into the air in the forest when they’d last met. But the spirit realms still evaded her.They were sitting in a dark room, one Rider had constructed for this purpose. The floor was padded, and all of the walls were surrounded with black fabric, as was the ceiling. She couldn’t even see her hand three inches in front of her face. Cutter had thought it might help if she was alrea
How he’d gotten even closer to her, she wasn’t sure, but she leaned her face over just a bit until the side of her head was resting on his forehead. His arm was around her shoulders now, and she let herself become enveloped by him for just a moment, drawing upon his strength to shore up all of the battlements that had come undone within her. His lips grazed her cheek, and Ru felt something else stir down deep inside of her. The thought that if she tilted her head up slightly and found Cutter’s lips with hers, he’d likely kiss her entered her mind, but she had never even allowed herself to consider him more than a friend, not even when they’d gone out on a date, because she’d always believed he didn’t think about her that way. Now, in the darkness, as he brought his other arm around her waist, and she traced the bare skin of his muscular arm with her fingertips, her thoughts began to change. Not giving in to temptation was a strugg
Ivy was just as good at cooking breakfast as she was dinner, and as Ru slathered a pat of butter on top of her stack of pancakes, it occurred to her that she’d either need to up her exercise or rein in the calories a little bit. At this rate, the nickname Chubs, which her adoptive mother had given her, even though she was nothing more than a stick figure as a child, might be a little more fitting.She hadn’t spoken to Cutter much about what had happened the night before. When she’d opened her eyes to discover she was back in her body, she hadn’t really known what to say, and after he told her how proud he was of her, she’d gone to bed almost immediately. If what he’d said before was true, this meant he’d take her to the Keepers’ hometown of Los Angeles soon. She’d have the chance to meet her grandmother and find out more information about where her real mother, Seraphina, might be. However, she still
Ru was halfway up the stairs when she heard Cutter’s footsteps behind her. She slowed down, and he caught up. “You okay?” he asked as they proceeded to the hallway in unison.“I’m fine,” Ru replied, hoping her smile was counterfeit enough to fool him.“You don’t have to go through with this tonight if you don’t want to. We can wait until you’re ready. I can even tell Ivy to hold off on the travel arrangements if you want.”She turned to face him and saw nothing but sincerity in his expression. His hands were shoved down deep in his jeans pockets, his handsome face crinkled with concern. “No, it’s not that,” Ru assured him, though she wasn’t completely sure that was true. “It’s just… I can’t go to Wyoming without talking to my mom—to Liddy.”Cutter looked surprised. “You&
Darkness enveloped them completely, rendering Cutter’s visuals useless but heightening the rest of his senses so that the faintest brush of Ru’s skin against his sent sparks through his bloodstream, causing gooseflesh to crawl up his arm. The scent of warm vanilla and nutmeg would’ve been intoxicating if he wasn’t constantly reminding himself he was in the dark room with her for a reason other than to revel in her fragrance. While part of him was overjoyed that she was finally beginning to understand how to transform to her spirit form, he knew he’d miss these intimate moments alone with her. It had also occurred to him that their cessation might be his salvation as it was abundantly clear that Ru thought of him only as a friend at best and an antagonist from time to time.He sat next to her, his right arm held firmly in the grasp of both of her hands. She’d mentioned how it seemed to help her last time to anchor herse