Rosewood Dreams by Abby Farnsworth

Author:Abby Farnsworth
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: World Castle Publishing, LLC
Published: 2023-02-01T03:48:02+00:00

Chapter Fifteen—Esme—Sister

Gregory had killed Marilyn, and I wasn’t going to let it go. I wanted revenge. Maybe it made me a bad person or simply someone unable to forgive. I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t care all that much. Killing him wouldn’t make me feel better, and it wouldn’t make her come back, but it might give me a sense of justice. He had hurt me in this life and my last. He had caused the death of my family, and I wouldn’t forget it.

Not only had he taken my best friend from me, but he was the reason I had died in 1713. At nineteen years old, my first life as Cassandra had ended. Gregory was the reason Sampson, Everest, and I had been burned alive when we had only begun to experience the world. My baby daughter had died because of his betrayal. I still wasn’t sure how I felt about the knowledge of my past life, but I knew how it made me feel. My emotions and protective instincts were soaring. I had never felt so defensive. These people were my family, and I would keep them safe. And if I couldn’t accomplish that, I would avenge them.

Sampson had held me as I drifted off to sleep. When I was in his arms, the nightmares stopped. I didn’t dream at all. There were no memories or past life flashbacks. It was peaceful oblivion. Something about him calmed the raging sea within my soul like he had given me some sort of sleeping potion. I knew he hadn’t, but his presence was enough to make me fall into a few hours of peace. The wheels stopped turning, and I was left to drift into a sky of blackness. Seventeen-thirteen didn’t invade my mind when he was nearby.

When I had woken to watch the sunrise, Sampson hadn’t moved at all. I was still laying on his lap with my head on his chest. I could tell he was awake, but his body was relaxed. Neither of us said anything. There weren’t words to express how we felt. I just knew I needed to hold onto him the way I needed water. He kept me anchored, and I couldn’t manage to untangle my fingers from his shirt. His hands were lightly placed on my hips as he laid a gentle kiss against my hair. The tips of his fingers traced little lines up and down my sides. I’d closed my eyes again and let the exhaustion take me.

Now I stood in the front yard as the wind blew against my face. My red curls flew in the breeze and traced a ruby trail behind my head. I was tightly wrapped in a blue sweater that protected my skin from the harsh weather. There was a frigid feeling in my cheeks and a chill on the top of my nose.

Marilyn’s ashes were beside me, but I hadn’t touched them yet. It would take a while before I was ready to return her to the earth.

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