All Chapters of The Curse of the Seasons: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Cole All that talk about my reasons for the way I travelled across the country created a pang in my chest that wouldn't go away all throughout dinner. I'd begun to truly enjoy myself for the first time in years, forgetting my curse. I got lost in the feeling of what I could only assume must be what it felt like to actually belong somewhere, to be part of a family.  Harley's question had brought me crashing back to reality - my General father was still looking for me, there were still two others to find and the military research centre needed to be stopped and destroyed once and for all.  I sat down on the sofa, my heart heavy for momentarily forgetting April. Sure, I'd fallen in love with the girl from my childhood through the words that we'd written to each other

Cole I don't know what the hell came over me to make me kiss Harley. One moment I was laughing and launching water in her direction, the next our bodies were pressed together and my lips were glued to hers like velcro. I wanted to step back, I really did, I just couldn't.  Okay, so maybe I didn't really want to pull away from her,  but I knew I'd feel like shit once the fog of passion lifted.  Harley wasn't April. And I knew April was my soulmate, the tattoo between my shoulder blades said as much.  And yet I couldn't deny the pull I felt toward Harley. She was everything I could ever want in a girl; fun, clever, sexy as heck! But it was absolutely stupid to assume anything would ever come of it.

Cole I had woken up feeling like I had been hit with a freight train - which then reversed and ran over me again. It was probably thanks to the fact that I hadn't slept much that night, thoughts of Harley plaguing me whenever I shut my eyes.  She, on the other hand, had looked as if she'd hadn't been affected at all by our kiss and my quick escape.  Okay, she'd dressed as if she wanted someone to pay attention to her, with her hot as heck arse in those tight fake leather pants. I really had to stop myself from either grabbing her and kissing her again - because I hadn't learned my lesson the first time - or begging her to go and change. When Jay shook his head at me I knew it was pointless though, the chick had shown a stubborn side to her and she'd clearly just di

Cole "What the fuck is that on your back, Harley?" I asked again as she stared at me, mouth opening and closing like a demented goldfish. "What do you mean?" She responded with a question of her own, feigning ignorance. I took a step toward her, noticing her taking a step backward in response. I wasn't trying to scare her, but I was struggling to contain the emotions bubbling up inside me. "You know exactly what I mean, Harley," I stepped forward again, trapping her against the back of the sofa. "Why do you have that tattoo between your shoulder blades?"The tattoo of a tree covered in blossoms and surrounded by a tribal styled border taunted me. It was so much like my own snow covered tree, and Lana's fruit laden one. Harley's eyes darted around the room, obviously looking for an easy escape."Answer me, dammit!" I heard myself shout, gripping her upper arms with my hands. "Why do you have a similar tattoo to mine? Why do you have one like the one I'd presume April would have?"

Cole "What the…" Harley's voice trailed off as her eyes were filled with fear, and I suddenly realised I'd misjudged how I should break the news to her. Something better than "hey, I'm a freak" would have done well. I didn't even get into the fact that she was like me too, that she'd been the most powerful of us all when we were kids. "I know, it's strange and a bit frightening when you first learn about it, but I promise you that it's OK," I tried to reassure her. "What are you?" I heard her whisper as she stepped away from me. I should have expected this, the initial shock period was always going to be a thing. Alana went through a similar thing when she found out about her extraordinary abilities. "I'm human, if that's what you're asking," I sat down again, presuming that I would seem less threatening if I did. "My father was the commander in charge of the project where military scientists were tasked with making super soldiers. They really didn't think that they were going t