Page 16 of One Last Wish

I put some music on to try and help me sleep, but it took a while to get the book ending out of my mind. Finally, I slipped under.

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I’M MEL THE ASSASSIN. I’m standing on top of a building, watching a magical city below. I check my daggers before pulling my hood up, and then I’m free falling. The air is so fast, my face is burning from the coldness. I brace myself for impact with my hands, landing perfectly.

With a glance at my surroundings, I realise I’m in an old-style amphitheatre. Someone in a purple cloak stands in front of me.

It might be a wizard. He draws a green power from his hands. Yep, definitely a wizard.

“Let him go!” I yell at the evil wizard.

“Why should I? You don’t deserve him.” He sneers.

“Whether I deserve him or not doesn't matter. Iwillset him free.”

“Free?” The wizard snorts. “Neither of you will ever be free. Can’t you see that?”

“Everyone has the choice to be free.”

“Not you. Your fate was decided long ago. You havenochoice.”

“I make my own choices! Let. Him. Go!” I’d get Jack back in my dream. It would make me feel better while I waited for the next book. Plus, it was quicker than writing some fanfiction with the ending I wanted. Why was I even thinking all this in my dream? I felt weirdly awake and alert.

“You’re too late. He’s already dead.” The evil wizard cackles, revealing a dead body beneath his feet.

It’s not just anybody, either. It’s Darce! He’s covered in blood, his jet-black eyes soulless. I’d literally only properly met the guy today and already he was the hero in my dream?

“No!” I scream, rushing for him, but the wizard blasts a force that I can’t break through.

“You can’t ever have him! I told you this! YOU WILLNEVERBE ABLE TO HAVE HIM!”

“He wasnevermine!” I scream. “How could you?”

“You’ll never have him!” He’d already said that! The dialog in my dream was awful. I’d have to work on that.

The ground begins to rumble beneath my feet, so much that I can barely stand. Cracks appear, I lose my footing and fall to the ground.

“ALORA!” I can hear a faint cry. My mind has completely mixed up Darce and my male shadow voice now. Darce is lying dead on the floor, so it can’t be him, but it sure as hellsoundslike him. Perhaps there’s a little bit more of the British accent. “ALORA!” he calls again.

Something shakes me awake softly.

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ALL I SAW WAS DARKNESSwhen I opened my eyes. I put my hand near my face, confused that I couldn’t see an outline of my hand. Why was it so dark in here? Usually, with the street light outside I had a dim stream of light that came through my blinds.

Moving, I fumbled to find my lamp and turn it on. Finally, I had light in here. Walking over to the window, I noticed the street light wasn’t working. That explained the darkness.

Well, at least the dream wasn’t about shadows this time. Plus, it made perfect sense considering I’d been working with Darce all day and had finished my book earlier.

Lying back on my bed, I let my mind wander back to my day with Darce. The moment he’d walked in and I had realised it washim. All those moody, irritated stares he’d given me in the morning. The breathtaking smirks and smiles I got in the afternoon.

“You’re pretty hard to forget, Alora.”

Darce had said that tome. Did that mean he liked me? Was he attracted to me? And what was his deal with not liking to be touched? How was he intimate with people if he didn’t let them touch him?

Fuck!What if he didn’t like being intimate with people? If that was the case, I was in trouble. My body was already craving him. It felt like it was calling out to him, almost as if something deep inside me had been awoken.

So much for a quiet life. I might end up regretting that I ever metDarce Undergrove.

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