Reclamation: A Dominion Novel by Kasey Lissa

Author:Kasey, Lissa [Kasey, Lissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lissa Kasey
Published: 2015-05-27T00:00:00+00:00

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W hen Dr. Tynsen arrived the next morning, Jamie insisted on being there. He promised he’d sit in another room. Gabe had locked himself in the utility room, which was soundproof and had an escape route in case of fire. Since vampires were most vulnerable when they slept and he didn’t know the doctor, none of us were taking chances with his life. Just knowing he was close by helped keep my breath from shaking.

I took the chaise and banished Jamie to the bedroom, told him not to watch me since I was already nervous. Having to explain the hypnotism to him was hard enough. He had not been happy, but didn’t protest.

“Do you want to explore your issues with Brock again?” Dr. Tynsen asked.

“No,” I said and heard Jamie reply in kind from the bedroom. “Shush, Jamie.”

“Perhaps we should look deeper into your relationship with your mother,” the doctor suggested.

I sighed. “She’s really scary.”

“Who would be scarier if you had to face them right now? Brock or your mother?”

Matthew. But he hadn’t been an option. I had years learning how to dodge my mother. None of my recent nightmares were about her. “Brock.”

“All right. Are you comfortable?” she asked.

“Yes. You can start.” I settled firmly into the chaise, blanket wrapped around me, Gabe’s towel from drying his hair this morning in my lap. It smelled of his god-awful shampoo, and I hoped that would keep the nightmares of Matthew away. The shake in my hands hadn’t started yet, and that gave me a bit more willpower to keep pushing through all the crap. There had to be something better on the other side, right?

The memory began fairly peacefully. It was summertime. I positioned a handful of plastic soldiers in strategic places in a tree near our patio. Being among the trees or grass always made me happy. I’d always had a kinship to the Earth. And in those early days the simplest way to connect was by physically touching it. Most of my younger years were spent outside enjoying the Earth as much as possible. My mother never interfered with that, and in fact had often looked pleased when a seed I’d planted grew large and beautiful or when the trees seemed to respond to my presence. Only as I got older did the discrimination of society begin to drive a wedge into the comfort I found from the Earth.

My babysitter was a teenage girl named Rana. She was pretty in a Janis Joplin sort of way: oval face, long hair, pretty eyes. Rana was not a witch. Every witch my mother had brought to the house to look after me told me how worthless males were to the Dominion. My mother wasted her life raising me, they all said. But not Rana, who smiled and watched me from her place seated on the patio. She had a book with the picture of a man and a woman on the front. When I asked her about it, she said it was a story about people falling in love.

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