Blood Witch (Phases of the Moon Book 2) by M. Sinclair

Author:M. Sinclair [Sinclair, M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lost & Bound Publishing
Published: 2022-11-21T16:00:00+00:00

I knew I was dreaming almost immediately because everything felt hazy, almost like I was moving through molasses. My gaze was focused on a room that I didn’t recognize, and I got the sense I was being invasive, like I was watching a moment I shouldn’t have been. Yet there was no one and nothing happening in the room.

It was a nursery, a small one, painted in a deep, rich navy with silver stars decorating the walls. There was a large window looking out at a garden and a seemingly peaceful neighborhood, a few large estates within view. The skies outside were cloudy, and the shadows created a dark, cozy atmosphere in the empty bedroom.

When the door opened, light from the hallway shone onto the cradle against the far wall. Above it was a star and moon mobile, and the bedding was a soft silver.

But my attention was captured by the woman who walked into the room. Mostly because she looked just like me.

Her hair was a rich navy and hung down her back, her dress a pale silver that seemed to sway with her rocking movement. Her happy face was on the baby in her arms as she sang a lullaby. I couldn’t hear it clearly, but there was something about it that sounded familiar.

A weird sensation slammed into me as she placed the infant down and pressed a kiss on its nose. My emotions swirled, and I didn’t know if it was because the woman looked like me or because of what I suspected this ‘dream’ to be, but tears began to well in my eyes.

I had purposefully never thought about my biological parents.

I’d assumed they’d left me at the doorstep of the orphanage.

They were the reason I’d landed in Astaroth’s clutches.

So why then did I feel so much grief? Like something was being unlocked inside of me? The woman left the room, and I slowly approached the cradle, terrified and fascinated at what I would see. When I stopped right at the end, I found a baby with dark hair and fair skin, its peaceful breaths moving its chest up and down gently.

Almost as if feeling my gaze, its eyes opened.

My knees broke as I grabbed the edge of the cradle, looking into the same pair of eyes that met mine in the mirror each and every day. Mine. Those were my eyes—this baby was me.

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