(eng) Natalie Wright - Akasha Chronicles 1-3 by Emily's House; Emily's Trial; Emily's Heart (retail)

Author:Emily's House; Emily's Trial; Emily's Heart (retail) [Heart, Emily's House; Emily's Trial; Emily's]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Terrible ripping pain as my skin was stretched and pulled, my insides torn apart. There was no getting used to the sensation of being severed limb from limb. Having been through it before didn’t help. I’d try to tell myself, “It’s okay. It’ll be over soon.” But my brain just told me to buzz off as it tried to deal with the terrible agony that made me just want to die already.

And just about the time that inner dialogue threatened to get ugly, when I thought that I’d surely die from the torment, I was spit out into a new place. Presumably this time it was the place where I could find Owen.

I’ve chosen wrong. I felt it. I knew it. How was I supposed to know that Jake’s fear had thrust him into a situation that was just about impossible for him to deal with on his own?

I wanted so badly to lie down and let the Umbra Perdita take me.

I was tired. Tired of being strong. Tired of pretending to be strong. At that moment, if I could have had anything I wanted, I’d be in Jake’s arms. In that moment, feeling that I was surely going to die, my only thought was of him.

Jake. He’d always been there for me. Always saved me. I wanted Jake to come rescue me from the nightmare I’d created for us all.

But I couldn’t have Jake. I couldn’t even waste the time to stop and be scared, or tired. Or to be saved. If we were going to get out of the Umbra Perdita alive, I had to be the one doing the saving. And I knew I couldn’t let the worst choice of my life be compounded by doing nothing to save the life I’d chosen. I wasn’t even sure I could help Owen, but I had to try. First, save Owen, then the rest.

Dust clouds billowed around me as I stood up, trying to get my bearings. As the smoke cleared, I noticed buildings on either side of me, and I was in the middle of a dusty dirt road.

I began to walk the street. A town saloon here, a post office there, a jail and a few doors down from that a general store. And horses tied up to a rail outside of the saloon. Wood buildings with wood sidewalks and a road made of dirt.

I was in the old American Southwest – cowboy country.

Damned Owen. Don’t tell me that he’s afraid of getting gunned down by Billy the Kid or something.

As I scanned the street for a place to start my search for Owen, I saw a trail of what looked like blood on the sandy ground outside of the saloon. I ran to the saloon and pushed my way inside.

The sign out front said ‘The Broke Spoke’. It looked like the only watering hole in town. I half expected to find Owen strung up in there with a rowdy crowd egging on a fight.

Instead, it was fairly quiet inside.

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