The Siren's Mistress (Water Brides Book 1) by Dolly Nightmare

Author:Dolly Nightmare [Nightmare , Dolly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-09-18T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 24

Dazed Eyes

50 DAYS TILL WINTER

I feel groggy as I stare at the familiar thatch roof of my house. Outside I hear the soft crash of the waves against the docks and the shorebirds cooing softly. The beach sounds very peaceful. A lovely new crisp day. I look at the shadows dancing in my room. Wait a minute, shadows in the morning instead of sun rays?

This is wrong. What am I forgetting?

Something happened, something I am supposed to remember.

Think Mayme, think!

I push myself, forcing my lethargic self to rise from the bed. A delicious ache fills my body as I long for Como to come back. He is never far from me for too long. I swipe my hand over the bedsheets…or what is left of them.

I look around, and I am perplexed as I try to make sense of what I am seeing. My head aches, where even frowning is painful. My bed is a mess; everything is rumpled. It no longer looks like the one I usually sleep on. It resembles a nest. Did Como do that?

But when did I fall asleep? I don’t remember sleeping or even coming back home. The last time I slept was on that Kraken Island, squished against Como’s body.

I feel like I am missing time. What day is it? A rather odd question, I know, as normally I am good at keeping track of the days because of the ceremonies.

I look for answers on my ceiling, then my window, where there are three painted shells left behind by Como. He has a habit of leaving gifts whenever I sleep.

Three shells? Meaning three days? Noooo!

Isn’t it still 72 days till winter?

No, wait, that was last week, wasn't it? Certainly, it has been longer than that. I need to think, my mind feels as if it is cushioned in wool. My head hurts more. Why am I having so much trouble putting together my thoughts?

First, I remember coming home from Kraken Island, after… Como said something… What did he say? Something shocking… I am sure of it. Then everything is blurred together. I am sure I went to bed at some point, eaten, taken a bath, and done other normal things, but I can't remember how many times I did them. It's as if a fog is cast over my mind.

I need to concentrate. I need to think. It will come to me.

How many days left until winter?

70? No, that isn't right. 68 days? That isn't it either. Is it 65? No, wait, yes, it is. No, no. 55? 50?

It's 50, I think. It has to be.

Yes, that seems to be the right number. Everything's a bit of a haze. I guess I've been depressed. Things like this happen; I’m sure stress has got to me. But I'm not becoming my mother. No, never.

Has Uncle Krill been successful in finding father? Are they home? I can't remember anything. This is so frustrating. Why can't I put my memories in order?

Think. I need to think.

I can't remember anything of their return.

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