The Sacred Knights (Secret Knights Book 3) by Mary Ting

Author:Mary Ting [Ting, Mary]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-10-07T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Eli

Mortem and I tumbled out of the mountain, astral traveling to who knew where, so I took it upon myself to go where the hell I pleased. I forced us back in time, to the day I’d thought my mother died.

“I didn’t bring us here,” Mortem grumbled when we landed, taking in the view of the vast trees, white fluffy clouds surrounding us, and the cabin. My home. At least it was once.

“I want to know if what you’re telling me is true, so I brought us here.” I dusted my shirt as if I could dust traces of his scent off me. “I’ve been back here many times before. Of course it always ended the same way, but I followed Cyrus after he killed my mother. Maybe if I trace his steps, I can find her without his servant’s help. Who knows how long we would have to wait.” I leaned closer to him, my eyes piercing into his. “You better be telling me the truth, or so help you, I’m going to rip out your heart and throat and feed them to the vampires.”

“That’s kind of harsh, Eli, considering I’m helping you.”

My mother running out of the cabin piqued our attention. She ran toward me where I had been taking care of our horse, Midnight. I would never forget the frightened expression on her face, as if the world had spun the wrong way. Then she placed me in a bubble of her protection with a spell right before Cyrus appeared. They fought, and then…I couldn’t watch.

I had been too distraught, furious, and broken, and never had I allowed myself to be close enough to see Cyrus tenderly wrap his arms around my mother. Repulsed at the sight, I cringed. My younger self had been inside a bubble, and I couldn’t help my mother, but from this close viewpoint, merely a foot away, the true picture unfolded.

I followed Cyrus and my mother to a forest inside a cabin. Perhaps his own place? I had never seen it before. A snarl escaped my throat when he tore my mother’s shirt from the back where the rake had punctured her skin. He gingerly took out the sharp edges from Mother’s bleeding wound and then carefully placed his hands on it to start the healing process. He couldn’t heal her completely, but he was able to stop the bleeding.

Mother lay on the sofa, her breathing labored and unconscious. But alive. Breathing. Breathing. Breathing. I stomped around the sofa, raking my hair back over and over. Replaying the memory and how I felt. The pain, anguish, and the loss had prevented me from thinking straight. I should have gone back in time, but I couldn’t. I didn’t know how at that young age. Not until a year later, by luck, through my dreams I astral traveled. And with Milani’s help, I was able to do it during the waking hours. Regardless, how many times had I traveled back to that moment

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