[Willow Harbor 06.0] Warlock's Embrace by Alyssa Rose Ivy

Author:Alyssa Rose Ivy [Ivy, Alyssa Rose]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781717113917
Amazon: B07BLKZVQT
Barnesnoble: B07BLKZVQT
Publisher: CreateSpace Publishing
Published: 2018-04-25T06:00:00+00:00

Eleven

Delpha

I took my steps across the sand slowly. As much as I knew this was exactly what I had to do, it didn’t mean I really wanted to do it. I was terrified in a way I’d never been before because I was terrified of myself as much as what I was facing.

Maybe I shouldn’t have been. Hadn’t I been the one who’d recklessly jumped on a paddle board earlier today? Was it really all the same day? My head swam as I tried to keep up with it all.

I considered pulling off my sundress, but what was the point? I was going to get wet. I’d feel cold at first, but eventually the cold would fade away. At least that’s what usually happened when I spent time in water.

I rushed in head first, not quite diving, more slipping inside awkwardly and flailing under. I held my breath afraid this wouldn’t work, afraid now that I’d had my outrage— now that I’d tapped into my sorceress side— I’d lost the gift of limitless air.

I waited until I couldn’t wait anymore and let go.

As the seconds ticked away I hoped I could somehow make it back to the surface if the ocean let me down.

I breathed freely. Evidently my ocean membership card hadn’t been completely revoked. I let the water wrap around me, letting go of my senses in a way I’d done plenty of times before, but this time was different. This time I wasn’t giving up without answers. It— or rather I— was too dangerous otherwise.

Everything was in shades of dark blue and green, as if I was watching the world through a screen. I kept my eyes wide open and strained my ears to hear anything other than the usual movement of the water.

The echo of voices came first. They mumbled together like the last time, creating something resembling a song but impossible to understand.

I listened harder. Even after ten years I’d know my mother’s voice anywhere. Wouldn’t I? Wouldn’t I be able to pick hers out from the hundreds of others? But these voices were old—not in the age of the Oceanid, but in when they were recorded in the waves. I could feel that in my bones. These were the voices of those who came way before.

I waited longer. I focused harder. The pain started. Nothing drastic, more akin to numbness. The coldness faded out, trading one discomfort for another. Then came the fear building deep inside, urging me back up to the surface. It was happening just the way it always did. This was when I always gave up. This was when I told myself there was always next time. And even more times after that. But now I wasn’t so sure.

I forced myself to push through. I floated there, deep below the surface, knowing I was drifting further and further from shore. It would be a long swim back, but the distance didn’t matter if I found her. Would she know it was me? She’d told me so little about being an Oceanid.

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