Page 54 of Cursed Evermore
The static hum of something moved through my limbs, leaving them leaden and immobile.Paralyzed.Like when he kissed me.
Wolfe Nightblade.
His name rattled against the walls of my mind like a trapped raven.
But I knew,GodsI knew,I only had myself to blame.
I was the one who cast the spell in the woods. I was the one who summoned the wraith and through the wraith, I summoned Wolfe. And then I did the worst thing of all. I fell for temptation.
As if I hadn’t learned my lesson well enough to be careful, I foolishly left the safety of my family, and even Thayden, to venture off to find Wolfe.
Damn me, I could have even gotten Borsari to go outside with me, but I went alone.
The faces of my family flash through my mind.Mother, Grandmother, Emabelle.
They would be so worried about me. I didn’t know how much time had passed by since Wolfe put me to sleep. Or how long I’d been here.
It was so damn foolish of me to fall into this trap Wolfe laid for me. And I’d gone willingly, like a mindless idiot. Now I had no idea what was going to happen to me, or where in the hells I was. All I knew was no one would be able to find me. The only trace I'd left behind was Grandmother's necklace. My one lifeline.
That monster knew what it was. That it would protect me. That I would have called for help by using it.
He knew so much, too much. So, I was right. He’d been watching me and following me for only the Gods knew how long.
Then he lied and sought to charm me out of my dignity with a kiss. A kiss I fell for and other things. I let him touch me whereno man had touched before and I would have done so much more with him without question.
How could I have fallen that low to be so easily tricked?
Was I that desperate to become a fool and not see the truth or danger?
Wolfe was the wraith’s master, and he thought I’d stolen something from him.
Little thief.
Now I truly believed it. I must have taken something from him during one of my resets. This whole situation was too coincidental to be a mistake. And Wolfe seemed powerful. I had a feeling what I’d seen was just a taste of what he could do.
What had I taken from him?
And when?
If I’d stolen something, why didn’t I record it in my journals?
Oh Gods... my journals. What was I going to do without them? If last night was indeedlastnight, then I now had twenty-three days until my next memory reset. What if I was still being held captive then?
I’d have the reset, lose my memories, and I wouldn’t know what happened. What if I was still here in this place of nothingness?
Maybe I’d go crazy. Or maybe Wolfe would kill me.
What did I know about the Fae? Absolutely nothing useful to me. Except that they were beautiful devils who could fuck with your mind.
I could almost laugh at myself. At how worried I’d been to marry Thayden and move to Zyvaris. I’d give anything to have that choice now.Anything.
I’d even screwed myself over with my damn journal because there was nothing about Wolfe in them. I hadn’t documented the tavern visit or anything about seeing the elusiveFae male.
My family would literally havenothingto use to look for me. My last record only had details of the spell gone wrong and the wraith.
And what about the wedding?
Blessed Mother. My family needed me to marry Thayden. What would they do if I couldn’t?
