Descendant of the Serpent Queen: An Urban Dark Fantasy Alchemist World (Infernal Crystals Book 1) by Niki Livingston

Author:Niki Livingston [Livingston, Niki]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Unbound Wonders Press
Published: 2023-02-23T00:00:00+00:00

WHEN I PRIED MY eyes open the next day, my temples throbbed with a splitting headache. Too much alcohol. I groaned and rolled over on my belly, blinking at the flashing light on my phone I had left on my nightstand the night before. My fingers smacked the corner of the wood frame as I reached for it. I winced and scooted closer without lifting my head from my pillow.

I blinked at the message on my phone, trying to clear away the film over my eyes. It did not help. I rolled over and rubbed my eyes, then refocused on the phone.

Mom: Answer my messages, Audrey.

Shit. How many texts had she sent me? The clock read 10:42 a.m. It had been a long time since I had slept in that late.

I scooted to the edge of my bed and rolled up to a sitting position. The room swayed dangerously to the left. I squeezed my eyes shut and held my head in my hands until the dizzy spell subsided. The events of the night before came crashing over me. I collapsed back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling.

“Mortified,” I grumbled. “That is the only word that can accurately describe how I feel right now. Why did I ever think anyone would be interested in a deformed and disabled vapid like me?” I slapped my phone onto my wrist. “Sorry, Huxley.” He hissed next to my ear. “I know. I still love you. I just wish you could live separate from me from time to time.”

He hissed again and curled up on the side of my neck.

“Ian will want someone with less baggage, anyway. Who in this messed up world would want an enchanter that really is not an enchanter but isn’t a vapid and most definitely is not an original?” It made sense to my brain, but I am sure if anyone heard me talking, they would think I was a raving lunatic.

Huxley went back to sleep, and it was tempting to join him. I really did not want to read Mom’s messages.

Right on cue, my phone buzzed again.

“All that is holy.” My bones creaked as I rose to my feet and pressed my hand against the wall to steady my shaky legs. I stumbled to the bathroom and lifted my phone closer to my face. “Text Mom.”

Mom’s number appeared.

I will respond when I have a minute.

I pressed the send button, set the phone next to the mirror and climbed into the shower.

The warm water calmed my nerves and my rumbling stomach. When I stepped out, I wiped the condensation off the mirror and stared at my reflection. Water dripped from my relentless obsidian-colored curls, and my hazel eyes appeared greener than usual, while my olive skin remained flushed from the alcohol. I rubbed my lotion over my damp body and then ended with some sunscreen and a light face cream. I had an idea, and it required me to leave home again. Freya would not be happy, but what she did not know would not hurt her.

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