Sacred Truths (Secrets of Silva Meadows Book 1) by NV Roez

Author:NV Roez [Roez, NV]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-01-26T18:30:00+00:00

Bright lights assault the back of my eyelids, forcing me awake. I squint my eyes open and stare at the ceiling with a sigh. No matter how hard I try, even when I have nothing scheduled, I can’t seem to get enough sleep. I shut my eyes, pulling the comforter over my head, and take a deep breath. Maybe I can coax myself into going back to sleep, but my bladder has other plans.

Dammit.

With a frustrated huff, I fling off the comforter and drag my feet to the floor. Slowly, I sit up, wishing I had brought up some aspirin and water before going to sleep last night. I could really use both right now. Rubbing my temples to ease some of the pain, I glance at my nightstand and freeze.

What the…

The air in my lungs escapes me, and I can’t move. Sitting on top of my nightstand is a perfect replica of the vintage ballerina lamp with an attached music box that I used to have as a kid. Chills flow down my arms, every muscle in my body freezes, and I can’t breathe.

It can’t be.

Despite my headache, my eyes snap to my bedroom door, which is still closed. Did I forget to lock it? I will myself to get up and rush to the door, even though my body protests with every step. Alcohol was a stupid idea. I yank on the door handle, but the door doesn’t move.

How the hell? This isn’t possible. I pull on the handle a few more times just to make sure, but it refuses to open. Bile rises in my throat. My hands shake. My legs suddenly feel like they can’t keep me upright. I tiptoe back to my bed, staring at the lamp like it could explode any minute.

Was it here last night? I close my eyes and replay my movements, desperate to remember the picture of what my room looked like when I walked in it. I distinctly remember the dresser, pulling out pajamas… I walked right by the nightstand. There was nothing there. I swear it. Then how is the door locked?

My bladder squeezes, reminding me of why I was getting out of bed in the first place. I stare at the lamp for another half a second before heading to the bathroom. Halfway to the en suite, the sounds of Swan Lake fill the room, and I run.

I slam the bathroom door, rushing to relieve myself, and put my hands over my ears. This isn’t happening. Breathe, Valentina. Fucking breathe. When I’m done, I wash my face with cold water and stare at my reflection. I strain my ears, but there’s no music playing. Was it ever, or did I imagine it?

“Get it together,” I growl to myself. “It’s just a lamp.”

But it’s not just a lamp, though, is it? Someone was in my room. Goosebumps litter my skin at the thought. After leaving the en suite, I head to my closet and shut the door. I press my back against it and slide down until I’m sitting on the floor.

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