Lucy House In The Cerulean Sea 소설 & 이야기

When I was five, I was always excited whenever it was time for bed. My Grandma Momma will cook our dinner. Let me brush my teeth and comb my long hair. And after that, she will put me into bed and bedtime stories will follow. She told me a lot of fantasy stories, but my favorite was the pirate of the Lost Sea named Escarial. He was the epitome of perfection. Gentleman, handsome, a knight in shining armor to most of the ladies in their land, and most of all, he caught the heart of the brave princess, Athalia.

Thea had always been something of a mother to Lucy, and now more than ever, Lucy saw how much her sister wanted to fix her problems for her; but she couldn’t. “I’m coming!” Lucy put on her fuzzy slippers and headed downstairs. Thea and Anthony lived in a three-bedroom condo on the west side of Seattle. Newly renovated, it had the biggest Jacuzzi tub Lucy had ever seen, along with huge windows that had a view of Mount Rainier. Lucy sometimes liked to sit in the living room before Thea and Anthony got up and simply stare at the mountains for a while. “There you are! I was about to come throw you over my shoulder. Get a plate.” Thea busied herself with serving everyone, like a housewife on ster

It tasted like water. Lucy spoke about Paris. A gallery. A villa on a hill above the sea. I watched her mouth shape the words and found I could not follow them to the end. The rain dragged its nails down the windows. Somewhere in my head a monitor that kept beeping, unchanging and gaunt. My phone buzzed once against the table. I didn't look. Lucy hand brushed my wrist. Warm. Intent. I let it stay. The jazz rose and fell. A laugh burst from a table behind us. I heard it through water.

He’d already heard strange stories of screaming, and exploding CD players, from a very nervous Cochran over a few beers at the Salty Sea Dog that evening. Now Bishop’s Cragg approached, a small land mass in a vast, wavering seascape. Lucas and Emily were with her of course, neither of her companions prepared to leave her to go on without them. Lucas was hunched over a bucket as his stomach bucked and rolled in time with the ocean. ‘The day can only get better, right?’ he groaned. ‘Hang in there, Lucas,’ Beatrice said offering comfort by rubbing his shoulders. ‘We’re about to get off.’

As the sun dipped toward the horizon, the coastline finally appeared. Golden light stretched across the Pacific Ocean. High above the cliffs... Ruined stone walls rose against the sky. The remains of the old lighthouse. Point Aurora. Lucien slowly brought the SUV to a stop. No other vehicles. No people. Only the wind. Elara stepped out first. The salty ocean air filled her lungs. She looked up at the broken lighthouse. For reasons she couldn't explain... It felt familiar. Like returning to a place she'd dreamed about her entire life.

Whatever else she says is drowned out by the loud screech of stone grinding against stone. “It’s here! Lucy, come quick!” Lucy gives us a startled glance before crouching beside her stepsister. “Do you smell it?” Nova asks. Lucy leans closer, inhaling deeply. When she turns back to Nova, she’s smiling. “It still has a scent. It’s faint, but it’s there. Help me get it out. I need it closer, without the other distracting scents.” The two of them work quickly, moving stones until Lucy extracts a scrap of bloody shirt wrapped around a jagged shard of pottery. She drops the pottery at her feet and holds the shirt to her nose, inhaling deeply.

Lillian asked, completely confused, “No. Sarah is Lucien’s mate.” “Wrong,” Lucy said, walking to the table and pouring herself a glass of wine. She was too shocked to see Nyssa, she had dropped her glass by mistake. Her hand trembled slightly, “Sarah never was. That girl in the red gown- that’s Lucien's chosen mate by the goddess”. “Huh?” Lucy turned to Lillian with furrowed brows as she said, “She’s supposed to be dead.” “I wonder…” The last sentence, she whispered it to herself alone.

He'd done what he most wanted to do. They kissed on the sea surface with gentle ocean breezes and rippling waves, while below them lay an ancient city that had endured through the ages. Past and present blurred together, marking something eternal. ... On the way back to the yacht after coming out of the sea, Marisol remained unusually quiet. Surprisingly, even Lucian didn't tease her and was equally silent. Once on board, the yacht changed course. Their next stop was Lumero. She didn't pay attention to the change in direction. For the rest of the afternoon, she sat on the sun-warmed deck with her tablet, looking up the history of the underwater city.

I laughed then, a genuine laugh that bubbled up from somewhere deep inside me, and I shook my head at her antics as we walked out into the cool evening air and headed toward her car. When I finally made it back to my grandmother's cottage, I found Lucy waiting for me in the sitting room, her laptop open and her expression focused, and she gestured for me to sit down before she even let me take off my coat. "You need to go back," Lucy said, her voice direct and unwavering, "you need to be close to Adrian. It's the only way we can get to his property easily. You're still his wife, and that gives you access that we can't get any other way."

My eyes drank in her form and I was reminded once more how long her legs were. A throat being cleared brought my out of my daze and I looked up to see Lucy barely suppressing a grin, and a petite blonde dressed in hotel livery with a room service cart. The blonde was quite short and slim, but she had startling blue eyes and an incredibly pretty face. She looked to Lucy then back to me, then I saw her baby blues lowered and she gasped. "Might want to cover up Jason," Lucy said with a sly grin. I looked down and realized what the girl was looking at.