The Castle of Spirit and Sorrow by Steffanie Holmes

Author:Steffanie Holmes [Holmes, Steffanie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bacchanalia House
Published: 2018-11-06T06:00:00+00:00

20

MAEVE

Aline’s arms draped over my shoulders. “Sweetie, you should go back at Raynard Hall. You need sleep.”

My eyelids sprung open. The edges of a dream pressed against my temples, like a locked door with a misplaced key. Corbin had been there, and he’d been shouting something about a crown, and his hand was clasped around that metal lump he wore on a chain, then I’d fallen into the darkness. There were other details, but when I grasped at them, they faded away. I rubbed my eyes, but that did nothing to halt the weariness spreading up my spine. “I’m fine. I’m staying right here.”

“You’ll do no good for him sapping your strength like this. He’ll wake up when he’s good and ready.”

Arthur’s lifeless face stared up at the ceiling. I’d never seen him so still for so long. Arthur was a fireball of energy and passion. Now even his beard looked as though it was made of stone – a statue of a Viking warrior at peace with his gods.

No, I raged against the notion. He’s not at peace. Inside that thick skull of his, he’s fighting for us, for me. I had to believe that. I grabbed his good arm – the one he hadn’t mutilated – and shook it. “Arthur, you bastard. Wake up.”

“Sssssh, honey bee.” Aline placed her hand over mine and drew me away. A warm, calming feeling shot up my arm. I glared at her. Don’t use magic on me. I need to feel this. I need to feel all of it. It’s the only way I’ll be strong enough.

Hatred isn’t strength, Aline answered inside my head, but the warm feeling disappeared.

“Maeve, you’ve been here long enough. Why don’t you call Rowan or Blake? They can sit with Arthur for a while.” I started at the sound of Clara’s voice. I’d forgotten she was there as well. “Someone will be here when he wakes up.”

“Robert is waking up,” Smithers cooed. “Robert is greeting the birds.”

Aline hushed him.

I picked up Arthur’s hand. My stomach clenched as his limp fingers slid through mine and flopped back on the sheet. “Rowan and Blake aren’t talking to me. We had a fight.”

“What about?”

“They inserted themselves into my dream last night so they could talk to Corbin.” A shudder of disgust wracked my body. The betrayal of it still smarted.

“They shouldn’t have done that,” Aline said gently. “Did you see Corbin in your dreams again?”

“Of course I did. I’ll never stop thinking about him or wishing he was with us. But they think Corbin is speaking to me through my dreams. They think he deliberately got himself stuck in the underworld and we can bring him back,” I whipped up my head to narrow my eyes at her. “And don’t say you believe them.”

“My question is, why are you so determined not to believe them?”

“Because it’s impossible. Dreams have no precognitive powers, and they’re not microphones into other dimensions—”

Aline held up her hand. “Ah, I believe I’ve heard this lecture before.

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