Page 98 of Unhinged Magic
He studied me closely, tracing the length of me as I did him.
Suddenly, I realized where I was. Where webothwere.
If Reid didn’t break my neck, how did I get here?
I cleared my throat, swinging my gaze around the… space. The manor had a strange haze about it; the same but not quite.
“Are we?” I started but couldn’t finish the sentence.
“I don’t know…” Landon’s gaze travelled the room until it landed on Skye standing quietly in the corner.
She stood motionless, save for her eyes darting between the two of us.
“Look at you both,” she whispered, swiping a tear from her cheek. “You really are identical.”
Smudges beneath her bottom lashes hinted at the fact she had been crying, and a predatory rumble rattled my bones, not understanding the reason for her sadness. Obviously, there was a lot going on here, but I couldn’t decipher it all at this point. I wanted to rush to her, check she was okay, but my feet wouldn’t move, stuck in some form of fucked up paralysis.
Landon broke the silence lingering between us. “Where are we? What is…” He drew a finger between the three of us. “This?”
Skye stepped closer, searching Landon for something, it seemed, her gaze fixed on him. “Landon?”
He took a step away from her, his voice stretching with slow uncertainty. “Yeah?”
Relief or sadness caused her shoulders to drop. I couldn’t decide which.
Landon’s brows creased together, still studying the room in wild sweeps. “What is this place? How am I here?” He focused on me again, then stared down at his hands. “All these years, Icouldn’t…” He struggled for words, his head shaking profusely as if trying to rid it of thoughts. “I don’t understand what’s going on here.”
I cracked my knuckles, unsure what to say. How do I explain this when I didn’t know the half of it myself?
“Another soul wouldn’t let you cross over.”
We both turned to Skye, now staring out the window. The haunting sadness in her tone spoke words she didn’t need to. I wanted to hold her, bring her back. But it seemed she knew things I didn’t, so I remained silent.
“Another soul…” Landon continued to stare at his hands, ran them over the fabric of his pants.
“My husband from a previous life.” Her voice drifted wistfully through the room.
The fuck?
A predatory growl threatened to surface, but I forced it down, swallowing it.
What the fuck was going on here?
Skye turned to face us, strips of emotion tearing down her cheeks.
Landon rubbed at his eyes, confusion swimming in them. “I’m sorry, I don’t follow.”
I felt her voice like a shiver, the woeful timbre lifting the hairs on my arms. “You don’t have to worry. He’s gone now.”
Her delicate tone screwed with my heart. I didn’t understand the feelings coiling inside of me so strongly, pushing to the surface.
“What does this mean?” I asked, keeping my voice calm, trying to ignore the bond between us that seemed to have intensified.
Her teary gaze drifted to me, and I felt it like a graze, scarring me on the inside, imprinting me like a branding.
She continued, speaking directly to me. “It means he couldn’t move on, that he could not accept his death. Instead, hesomehow jumped souls, into Landon.” She glanced at him momentarily before drawing her attention back to me. Like some unseen tether tugging us together.
Landon’s voice pulled me from her stupor. “I died?”
