Avery dragged her feet to one of the seats surrounding the table and slumped herself into it. Her reaction was of course expected. Storm watched her stupified state and knew that Lent was done telling his cousin about what exactly was happening and what was at stake here. Had made Avery understand that whatever that was happening here was no longer about herself, but the world at large. The entirety of different species were all in trouble. They couldn’t afford to lose sight of this purpose. She watched as Avery lifted her head and stared at her, as if seeing her for the first time. “I take it that you understand now why I have these five men wrapped around my fingers.” Storm chuckled as she said this, laughing when the guys all snorted as if on cue. But the widening of Avery’s eyes at her statement told her that the former had actually thought that she had the five men around her finger, had actually had the notion in her mind, and was thinking now that Storm had read her mind.
Elina sat by Elizabeth’s side, by the edge of the table of healing soil, her fingers intertwined with her friend’s cold, unmoving hand. Elizabeth had been on the healing table for eight hours now, buried in rich, sacred soil that was supposed to aid in the recovery of her memories. The ancient process was a last resort, one that Fero had finally agreed to after much persuasion. Now, Elina watched Elizabeth with a growing dread, her heart heavy with fear and uncertainty.Had she made the right choice?Was knowing the identity of Storm even important?Why had she sent the picture to her friend? She would have let it slide.Elina shook her head. They had needed to know who Storm was. It was the last piece of the puzzle.After Elizabeth had fainted, she had rushed to the healer and had explained that Elizabeth had sunk into her memories.Elina hadn’t known how she had known this fact, but it had been strongly impressed in her spirit. The healer had gotten into action, whilst waiting for
Elizabeth floated in a sea of memories, each one more vivid and enticing than the last. She had gone into this state after seeing the picture that Elina had thrown to her. Kataigida. She had been so rooted in shock that she hadn’t known when she fell into a near death state. But before she had sunken this deep, she had heard, as faint whispering, her lifemate speaking to the healer to release her from the snare. And she had almost shouted to him to keep quiet, but for the numbness.She wanted her memories back. She had been glad when Elina had stood for that.But the healer had warned Elina that the journey would be perilous, that she might get lost in the labyrinth of her own mind. However, Elizabeth had been desperate. She had needed to remember, needed to reclaim the pieces of her past that had been torn away. She had needed to overcome the taint that the vile creature of the undead had left on her. If she had decided the easy way out, she knew that she would never have forgiv
Elina’s hands around Elizabeth refused to budge, until her lifemate, Ferro, had tapped her softly on the shoulder. “Elina, it’s okay, now.” The male said, his eyes catching the teary ones of his lifemate, and his ears understanding the sniffs of Elina. The latter was crying, and will need some time to herself right in the arms of Elizabeth, not wanting to be seen by the others. Elizabeth and Elina. He had known that they had gotten closer over the past couple of days, that they had been talking fixatedly on something. He had told Damonq, and the latter had found it funny that the two women had been conspiring behind their back. That had been before the females had finally opened up to them about the girl that still appeared in Elina’s dreams. He and his friend has been acquainted with the realness of Elina’s dreams, that they hadn’t been able to let it slide, and so they had brought it before the little council in the compound. Yet, he had known that there was more. He just didn’t
Damonq remembered that particular day of course. He had taken her on a surprise mini trip.They had been floating on the clouds, confessing their love for each other when Elina had suddenly slumped into his arms after calling the name, Storm. Damonq quelled the need to take out the picture of the Storm, and fly around the world if necessary to find the girl so that they could be done with this once and for all. “You have a clear picture of her now?” Tensel inquired, unfolding his arms across his chest, and then clasping his two hands as a combined fist, his entire attention on Elina. “Yes.” Elina responded, and after a beat took the silence as a cue to continue the story. “She appeared more often than I would care to admit, like she was asking me to find her. In my dreams, she looked so young, but then seemed so old, as if an old spirit dwelling in a young body. She looked no more than twenty in the dreams, but she seemed to be as old as you all here. I seemed that old too.” There
It was Tensel that spoke next, after a silence that have stretched for more than five minutes. Elina was yet to recover her speech. “We still need to know more about her.” He looked at Elina as he said this. “You seemed to have had a relationship with her.” Elina shook her head. “You heard Elizabeth. She had been Storm’s friend when they were little. That’s centuries ago! There is no way I have a relationship with her. I am not more than twenty-five years old.” “And how would you know that? I thought you too had some issue with your memories. Or have you remembered them all?” Elina nodded. “I think so.” “That’s not a strong answer, Elina.” Elina flung her hands wide, frustrated at best, to Nicu’s words. ‘Stay calm, my heart. We will figure all these out together.’ Elina sighed contentedly when she felt the wave of reassurance. What would she have done without Damonq? ‘Nothing, my love. How could you think of being without me?’ Elina shook her head. There was no reasoning w
Damonq paced the healing room, his mind a whirlwind of worry and conflicting emotions. Elina had been in the healing bed for two hours now, and each passing minute felt like an eternity. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at it in frustration. He stopped and looked at Fero. The latter wasn’t in much better shape than him. Even though Elizabeth was just acting as a guide, and was not entirely comatose, seeing as she just needed to hold Elina’s hand and infuse her spirit into the latter, it was still dangerous. She could get trapped there..Damonq sighed harshly. These women will be the death of him.He stopped by the window, staring out into the dark night. The stars seemed indifferent to his turmoil, twinkling in their usual patterns. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. Elina was strong. She will survive."Why is it taking so long?" He muttered under his breath for the umpteenth time, his voice tinged with desperation. He glanced at the two women, willing them to
Storm walked into the storeroom of the cafe, heaving in and out in anger, banging the door on its hinges not minding she might be penalized for that. Who the hell did that bitch think she was? Storm gritted her teeth, remembering the spoiled brat of a lady, not much older than her, who had kept changing her orders because Storm had refused to give her Louise’s number. The girl wasn't the first. There had been many like that, ogling Louise who didn’t help matters by winking at them at intervals. Storm had given up on the last woman, when the latter had intentionally poured her food on the floor, and had blamed it on Storm. The head server had asked Storm to sit this one out, and that she seemed stressed. That would seem caring to the outside watcher, but Storm knew that her pay was about to be deducted. She hit the door with her foot, clenching her teeth when pain racketed past her feet and nerves to her brain. Louise was beginning to be more bad than good. She concluded. But it