Eternal Soul by G. Bailey & Coralee June

Author:G. Bailey & Coralee June [Bailey, G. & June, Coralee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-12-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

I’m running so fast. I think that certainly they’re chasing me. Chancing a glance, I look and am surprised to find that they aren’t. But still, I run. I run out all the excess energy thudding in my veins. I run out my fear, my uncertainties, my...disgust with myself. Because the thing that scares me most about this entire thing isn’t that they think I’m some reincarnated goddess. It’s that I want to believe them. I want to have a reason for the crazy attraction I feel for all of them. I want to know that it’s okay to pursue them all and that there’s a reason for the intense connection we all are feeling.

But I can’t. The world makes sense, doesn’t it? There is no way I’m the fucking goddess of death. The implications of that are swirling around my brain and making me sick to my stomach. I’m a murderer. Am I really that dangerous? Dangerous enough to kill thousands?

No. No, it’s not real. The fire in my hands was just my mind helping me cope. It was an adrenaline rush, right? I was hallucinating. Imagining things. Loki, my wolf, was still at the wolf sanctuary. I must not have gotten enough sleep last night, all the parties and studying had finally caught up to me. I take the bus to Nan’s house, knowing that she’s the only person that I want to see right now. I feel crazy and need someone that always knows the right thing to say.

It only takes me thirty minutes to get there, but the moment I walk through her front door, I let out a sigh of relief. “There’s a pot of tea on the stove and your favorite cookies are in the oven,” she shouts from her sitting room. I shake my head with a smile. Nan has always been able to predict when I’m coming over. I can’t remember a single time when she hasn’t had tea ready and a dessert of some sort baking in the oven.

Nan lives in a smaller house just a few miles from where I grew up. It’s a cozy home that always smells like cinnamon and her too-sweet perfume. Growing up, it was my hiding space. It was where I felt like I could truly live. Nan understood mom’s overprotectiveness, and I always felt like her home was somewhere I could be myself without all the fear my mother tried putting on me.

I make my way over to the small kitchen and smile at the kettle whistling on the stove top. After turning the heat down, I pick up a pot holder and remove it from the burner, making myself a cup of tea and enjoying the feeling of normalcy. Certainly the goddess of death didn’t sit around drinking tea with her Nan, right?

Nan shuffles into the kitchen, smiling when she sees me. “Oh Helena, I’ve been excited all week to see you today. Even wore my prettiest dress,” she coos while spinning around.

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