A Mist of Memories by Kate Blair

Author:Kate Blair
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: YAF045000 YOUNG ADULT FICTION / Paranormal, Occult & Supernatural YAF030000 YOUNG ADULT FICTION / Legends, Myths, Fables / General YAF042000 YOUNG ADULT FICTION / Mysteries & Detective Stories
Publisher: Cormorant Books
Published: 2023-05-27T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Ajay

“Charlotte? What on Earth are you doing on the floor?”

The voice was male, posh, and older. It drifted through my totally weird dreams of caves, Oleander, and a beautiful, ghostly woman.

“Are you all right?” the man asked.

I opened my eyes to a strange room. There was dark red wallpaper around me and a heavy red blanket over me. A tall, balding man in a cardigan crouched at the end of the bed, where a girl was stirring on the floor. She sat up and clung to his arm.

“You’re okay, Daddy. You’re okay. I dreamt …” It was a girl, with the upper class accent I recognized from the caves, although she no longer sounded hoarse: Charlotte. She sounded sleepy and a little panicked.

“You’re okay, darling. Everything’s okay.”

The lights faded for a moment, before flickering back to full brightness. “I’m going to have to fix that generator,” he said, and when he glanced at the light, I recognized him.

He’d run down to the shore the night before. He’d thrown a bathrobe around me and pulled me up, chucking my arm over his shoulder, and half-carrying me up toward their huge house. Levay Manor, I was willing to bet.

“In my nightmare, I thought I’d lost you,” Charlotte said, gazing up at her father.

He gave her a sad smile and pushed the hair back off her face. “I’m here. You’ve got me. I’ve got you. I promise. But what are you doing in here?”

“I came in to check on Ajay, and I fell asleep.”

I sat up. Pain jolted through me. I grunted and lay back again.

“Ajay?” The girl’s voice. Suddenly she was at my side. A pretty white girl about my age in pink pajamas, with straight, chin-length, brown hair and a long scar down her left cheek.

“Charlotte?” I hadn’t seen her properly before. Even on the beach, it had been dark, and I’d been well-confused, struggling to stay awake.

She took my hand. “I’m here. How are you?”

I moved my shoulders, shuffling on the bed. Every muscle screamed at me, including a few I’d never noticed before.

“I’m alive,” I managed. “Thanks to you.”

A smile lit up her face, pushing the scar deeper into her cheek, like a long, red dimple.

“You were in quite a state last night,” the man said. He sounded worried. “Both of you.”

“I was?” Charlotte said.

He nodded gravely.

“Um … This is my father,” Charlotte gestured at him. “Peter Glanville.”

“He helped me up the beach.”

“Oh yes. Of course he did. Sorry.”

I didn’t remember much after that, other than drying off and struggling into the pajamas I was wearing now. That had taken me a ridiculously long time. I was barely there on the beach and my memories of the cave weren’t much better. I tried not to feel massively embarrassed about that.

“This is Levay, isn’t it?”

“That’s right,” Charlotte said.

“What happened to you?” her dad asked. “How did you end up here?”

I didn’t want her dad to think he’d let a raving lunatic into his house, so I muttered something quickly about getting lost in the mist and falling out of my boat.

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