(eng) Morgan Blayde - Kitsune 01 by Shadow Dancer

Author:Shadow Dancer [Dancer, Shadow]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

TWENTY-TWO

I slipped from the dream, but didn’t fully wake, tossing through the night, chased by nightmares of my own devising; none of them belonging to anyone else. I awoke to golden sunlight pouring in the bedroom windows. The room felt empty with just me there. Cassie hadn’t sought me out. That stirred up fresh anger, muddying my emotions. Did I want her in my life or not?

I wished I knew. I wished wishes came true. I wished Tukka—

I choked back a sob. My heart ached where a Tukka-sized hole had been gouged out. What was left strained to burst free, a pressure inside my chest. My eyes were dry. I needed to keep them that way. Once I gave in to tears, I didn’t know if I’d stop. I wanted to talk to someone about Tukka, but he was my secret friend, dead or not. Betraying that secret, even now, felt wrong.

I pulled on jeans, sneakers, and a black tee shirt. I no longer felt the cold, but not wearing a coat would make me stand out once I got away from this place, so I slipped on a turquoise cowl-style sweater and tied a jean jacket around my waist. A tie gathered my hair and let it hang down my back like a fox’s tail. There was a muffler on the dresser—bright red—that had come from the institute with some of my things. It was Drew’s, not mine, and ought to go back to her.

I wound it loosely around my lower face, letting the ends dangle behind me. I felt like a masked avenger setting out to tame the savage streets. My heart is pure so I have the strength of an evolved Pokémon.

Yeah, right. I wanted someone to hold and comfort me with the usual lies.

Fenn?

No. I felt a pang of regret. He’d let Cassie back him down when he should have confided in me—that’s not having my back. That left no one.

Fine. I was leaving this place anyway. It would just be a little harder—scratch that—a lot harder on my own. I had to get past all the security keeping me safe and a prisoner. If only my powers were back…

I held my hand out and concentrated. A small curl of flame sprang up in my palm. Then more fire appeared; a leaping pyre stronger than any I’d produced before. The cold flames fogged the air, turning the moisture into a fine swirl of snow. A spectral wind that shouldn’t have existed in the closed room lifted my hair and tugged at my clothes. The fire ran up my arm and spread to my torso, my other arm, then dropped down my legs. Finally, the blaze engulfed my head. I laughed, borrowing joy from the dancing fire, before letting it go.

My powers are back. Now, nothing can stop me.

A shift of thought tugged on the walls of space, twisting open an unseen door. Color drained away. Gravity flickered, weakening its grip. The usual tingle passed over me, and I was in the ghost realm—but not alone.

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