Djinn's Passion by Kailin Gow

Author:Kailin Gow [Gow, Kailin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Romance on the Go: An Imprint of Sparklesoup.com
Published: 2020-01-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Walking through the Amethyst District was part dream part nightmare. So many childhood memories came flooding in. I remembered the hundreds of times I’d played hopscotch with Sarah, our colorful crayons marking out the play area. We passed the homes I knew so well.

Mrs. Kesler’s little yellow house with the closed in porch. She’d often have hot fudge waiting for us when we got home from school.

Mr. Thicket had the blue house on the corner. He’d open the front door and wave at us. His three little white poodles would always run out to greet us, yapping and yelping the entire time.

I looked sadly at the house Miss Rochester had once occupied. A good friend of my mother’s, she was the one I went to whenever things went wrong and my mother wasn’t around. With no children of her own, she offered her home to us as the neighborhood safe house where kids could find refuge from the rain, the cold or simply if they’d gotten lost.

“I can’t believe how much things have changed in so short of a time. How can it take so long to build such a beautiful city, such a perfect life only to have it shattered in a second?” I turned to Torrid before he could answer. “I know. The perfect life we led was an illusion. I realize that now, but it’s still so hard to believe, so hard to put all that behind me.”

The peaceful and tranquil streets I’d known all my life now resonated with the sounds of pain and screams of terror coming from neighboring districts. We rounded the corner and my house came into view. At first glance it looked just like when I’d last seen it. It’s only as we approached that I realized the front door was wide open and two of the windows were smashed in.

My heart jumped to my throat as gory images of my mother came to my mind. At the gate that led to the door, I stopped.

“You want me to go in first and take a look?” Torrid offered.

I nodded but walked up with him all the same. Half of me desperately wanted to know what had happened to my mother while the other half feared the scene that awaited me. Had she been hurt? Left to die on the kitchen floor?

Torrid walked in first and I followed close behind, allowing him to partially shield me from whatever awaited us inside. Glass was strewn across the living room floor along with the cushions and stuffing of the sofa.

“Mom,” I called.

Nothing.

Walking into the kitchen I found the refrigerator door wide open, the contents raided, most likely by a hungry warrior or stranded civilian. The cupboards had also been emptied.

“Mom,” I called out again as I stepped over an overturned chair and headed down the hall.

My bedroom had been ransacked. Clothes lay everywhere, but what caught my eye was the childhood drawing of my father. Torn into hundreds of tiny little pieces it was tossed about the room.

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