Page 41 of Cursed Evermore
“What am I looking at? There’s… nothing there. It’s just a cloth.” She shook her head.
“But—”
The words shuffled, instantly forming new ones, the letters shimmering.
Only you can see.
Just like you did at the tavern…
Oh.Gods.
My eyes riveted to those words, and it was like…
Like I could feel them deep inside my mind in that place where memory and desire lived.
The words curled through my ribs, whispering to every part of me, igniting what I felt only last night at the tavern when I saw the handsome Fae male.
But it wasn’t real.
Hewasn’t real.
The words shuffled again:
Come outside and see me.
I’m waiting for you…
This time, I couldn’t breathe.
“Elariya, perhaps you should go rest for a bit.” Emabelle rubbed my shoulders.
I glanced at her. She still couldn’t see the words.
So, either they were inside my head and another side effect of portaling or very real and magical.
It was easier to believe I’d made them up, but the part of me that had loathed every aspect of tonight beckoned to me.
Go outside, the note said.
Go outside and see.
See him.
Maybe I was crazy and this wasn’t real. But I’d rather be crazy right now than stay inside this room for another minute.
“Elariya?” Emabelle shook my arm.
“You’re right. I’m going to rest for a while.” I nodded.
“I’ll come with you. You don’t look so good.”
“No, no. I’ll be fine. I just need some time to myself. Maybe take a nap.”
The understanding in her eyes made me feel guilty. But not guilty enough to change my mind. “Okay. Go rest. I’ll stall anyone looking for you for as long as I can to give you some more time.”
“Thank you.” I flashed her a grateful smile then headed out of the hall, the cloth with its magical words dangling between my fingers.
I took the hallway near the kitchen. Going outside that way was my best chance of avoiding my mother and anyone else who would undoubtedly stop me.
