Seer: Saving Setora (Book Four) (Dark Dystopian Reverse Harem MC Romance) by Raven Dark & Petra J. Knox

Author:Raven Dark & Petra J. Knox [Dark, Raven]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-09-11T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 11

“A Storm is Coming.”

Almost as soon as it started, I knew right away it wasn’t just a dream.

The garden sprawled out around me as always, perfect and serene. My secret place, safe and welcoming.

Large clusters of flowers planted in waist-high pewter urns stood all about the garden. I sprinkled water on them from a watering can and caught myself humming a tune.

A familiar tune. I stopped, scrunching my brows. What had I been singing? I shrugged and watered more of the flowers, admiring their long white petals, snowy white with coral pink throats.

Contentment wrapped itself around me. I hummed again, moving onto another urn.

The temperature dropped, no more than half a degree; I felt the change cooling my skin. I drew in a breath through my nose.

Ozone. Rain.

I glanced up, expecting to see the usual perfect, cornflower blue sky. Instead, clouds boiled across the darkening expanse, turning it a sinister dark grey. Lightning split the sky, forks of violent white.

Maker, there isn’t supposed to be a storm here. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

“There is a storm coming.”

The unexpected voice made me turn sharply. I blinked. There was no one there. A gorgeous meadow stretched out, a river of gently blowing grass with wildflowers bowing to its caress. The calm of the garden didn’t match the gathering storm overhead. No breeze blew, not even faintly. A wind should have whipped across here. A wind that wouldn’t have belonged here anymore than those thunderheads.

No leaves stirred on the tree a few feet away, the one beside the same stone bench I always sat on. Tranquility washed over me at the sight of something I knew should be there. In front of the bench, the fountain stood, topped with the statue of the stone woman, her arms raised in welcome to some unknown visitor.

I walked over to the bench and sat down, straightening the falls of my lovely coral dress. It reassured me somehow to feel the cool, solid stone of the bench through the soft, layered skirts.

Again, thunder rumbled, making me aware of its wrongness here. I was about to look up, but something caught my eye. I froze.

On the surface of the bench I was sitting on, I thought I saw something moving, but as soon as I blinked, there was nothing, only smooth grey stone.

Foreboding raced up my spine.

A crack of thunder broke the silence and lightning flashed.

“Hello, Setora.”

I jumped and stared at the spot on the bench beside me.

There was no one there, but something was moving across the stone surface again, almost like an invisible hand was etching out…words. A warning. Somehow, I knew it was a warning. But when I leaned closer to get a better look, the words vanished.

I looked around again, frantic anxiety racing along my veins. Especially when I still didn’t see anyone.

“Hello? Who’s there?”

No one answered.

Again, my gaze fell on the stone seat. My eyes widened. The words appeared, scrawling with an eerie slowness across the flat surface, the invisible chisel carving them into the stone.

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