[Faye] I wake to the sound of an ungodly shrieking.  It is dark. The glasses are thankfully off of my face which means my sight has returned to normal, or at least mostly. Embyr is standing over me, and even now she is glowing faintly, the echo of a young man with golden skin, gently curling hair, and gentle eyes framing her like a holographic shadow. It is eerie. I close my eyes again as I try to stand. Closing my eyes, however, did nothing to stop the glow. I can still see the edges of her, the edges of everyone’s true selves, shining around them through my closed eyes. Whatever those glasses did to my vision, to my mind, has not completely faded yet. Maybe the effects never will. Maybe I’ll always see everyone in a type of twisted double vision. 

[Devona] I don’t wait to hear what she has to say before I rush to her, crushing her against the wall, and moving my hand gently down her neck as our kiss deepens. She opens to me immediately, inviting me in as her own tongue dives into my mouth, tasting me, sampling me. This is all new to us, new and old at the same time.  I pull away just long enough to ask, “What do you remember?” She pauses, giving me a look of askance, her lips delightfully plump with the passion of our kiss. “What do you mean?” I sigh. Knowing I’m about to ruin something miraculous, I pull away, separ

[Faye] “Wife?” I look back at the box, then back at him. Tonight has been magical, amazing, incredible but…wife? Married? Forever? Especially after the afternoon I had, the visions, that moment with Devona. My eyes begin to water. So much about this situation seems wonderful and tragic simultaneously. How can we be together? When has the universe ever let us be together? Never, if my dreams are correct. Never in over 1500 years.  “But…I..our families&

[Faye] The questions keep coming, faster than I can follow. “So are you here as guests?” “Who is the beautiful young lady? “Look over here! No here!” “Is it true your father just married his secret mistress?” “Is that your new sister, your step-sister?” &ldqu

[Faye] I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know, the sun is beginning to rise and we are parked in front of the most luxurious hotel I have ever seen and Arthur is gently shaking me awake.  “Rise and shine, sleepyhead,” he jokes as he pokes me. I rub my face. There are flakes of mascara crusting around my eye from forgetting to wash it last night. I probably just smeared what was left of my makeup all over my face, but I couldn’t care less--I feel so light, so happy, like bubbles dancing within me, giddy and free.  He gives me a hand out of the back of the Rolls Royce and I stumble, falling into his solid che