Kalbreal didn’t need to know that she was obsessing over William. She had many unanswered questions, to which Angel-boy seemed to have most of the answers, and so did her brother.

The wicked gleam and sudden broad smile that etched his face had her narrowing her eyes, “What’s the joke?”

“Do you still want to see my wings?”

She tilted her head, a grin playing on her mouth, “Will I die?”

“No, I can show it to you under the water, the lake’s blessed with healing properties, it’ll protect you as long as you stay emerged.”

“Okay.”

“Take out your clothes and get in the water and I’ll show you.”

She coughed out, “Angel-boy has seriously lost his mind.”

“Angel-boy? You couldn’t have chosen a better name, maybe hero or prince.”

She snorted, recalling a similar thing he said to her in his room the day before, “Prince, huh, that’ll be the day. ANGEL-BOY is much better.”

that had touched her and comforted her, as one would their lover. What’s wrong with me, she cursed her brain, cursed her skin, as it tingled with the urge to be touched by him. So lost in her mind,

back to reality,

to see my

her back to him and started removing her t-shirt first, “And I’m not

in her quest, and turned around to face him, but he wasn’t there. She moved carefully toward the

face, curled around his cheekbones, his eyes blazing hot, looking more of a crimson red than orange, as he swam closer to the shore, his voice deep, “Hurry

that much, so she slipped the t-shirt back on, she hadn’t thought of why she hid the barely-there mark on her back from anyone, but her instincts seemed to take over when it needed to.

her barefoot,

felt. She swam closer to Kalbreal, who was now in the centre of the Saltril lake, she swam further in until he stood opposite her,

in a lungful of air and swam down toward the lakes bed. Half down, she could see the sparks of fire, milky, blurry lava, she went further down, swimming deeper, holding her breath. Her eyes stayed open, not willing to lose a second of this, as excitement coursed through her, when

meters wide and a little over three in length as it spread out. She

last time, but the water got too hot in the instant and she couldn’t hold her breath

the water. Feeling exhilarated as fresh air soaked up into her lungs, her breathing barely regulated when the water

could to the shore of the lake. Her hair barely covered her

when she heard footsteps from behind her, she slipped on her

you’ll probably never get your name back.”

it was definite, but parts of Clare refused to

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255