A Second Chance at Love (Time Travel and Second Chance Book 2) by Kassandra Lynn

Author:Kassandra Lynn [Lynn, Kassandra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-08-06T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

The sound of bells pierces through my dreams. It’s not that the noise is loud—far from it—but that particularly clear sound rings straight to my ears. I spring up on the bed. Sweat rolls down my forehead.

Ezra is gone. No one is in the room except for me. And there are definitely no bells.

I must be dreaming. I clutch the clothes in front of my chest and wait for my pounding heart to slow.

Then I hear it again.

Ling ling. Ling ling.

My eyes dart from one end of the room to the other, looking for the bell that keeps on playing in my head.

Nothing.

I grab my head, digging my fingers into my hair.

Ling ling. Ling ling.

Stop. Someone stop the bells!

I must have screamed because a moment later, a maid bursts into the room and asks me if I’m all right.

“The bells. Did you hear them?” I ask.

She looks at me with a blank expression.

“Tell whoever it is to stop ringing the bells,” I say.

Now she looks guarded.

“I …” I stop myself just in time. I have a feeling if I continue to insist on the matter with bells, she’s going to send for Ezra or a healer to report my lost sanity.

I’m not going crazy. I might have the problem with the headaches, but never in my last life did I lose my mind.

I dismiss her and look out the window in the direction the sound came from.

The room I’m in is on the second floor. The sun has risen in the sky and the streets are full of people going from one place to another. Shops have opened their doors for business, and stands offer all kinds of products for sale.

Everything looks normal. As far as I can see, there is no stand selling bells and there is no one who wears bells as adornment.

I rub my temple. I must be hearing things. Great. Just great. In addition to frequent headaches, now I’m hearing sounds that are not there.

I’m about to release my hold on the curtain when a black stallion drags a tastefully designed carriage down the street.

They’re so close that I can make out the blossoms and plants carved onto the wooden carriage and the floral patterns of the curtains that cover the windows.

I lean over the windowsill to get a better look. The black stallion. The whites of its eyes. And the two silver bells hanging around the stallion’s neck.

No. It can’t be. This is just a coincidence. Surely there must be hundreds of horses wearing silver bells in this empire. Even Wayne’s horse wears bells.

I didn’t get a good look at the carriage that killed me in my last life. Although it seems similar to the one I just saw, it can’t be this particular horse and this carriage that is passing me right now.

Even if it is, so what? It was an accident. It’s not as if I can walk up to the driver and tell him he ran me over in the streets once.

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