this is the continuation (sequel) of Legends Never Die, which is the first part of Lorelei and Josh's journey to find everlasting love.
if you haven't read the first book, please do not read this one until you have! i promise this book will make no...
"-would've been the actress's twenty-third birthday. Her doppelganger, Lorelei Prest, who shares the same birthday, has not made a media presence in over a year and a half-"
"Someone turn that shit off, really." Sam barked at Danny and Jake from across the kitchen to where they sat in the living room. "It's come on three different channels. I don't want to hear it."
I winced at Sam's harsh words, knowing that the bite, the venom behind them was driven by passion, a fiery one. I understood, because I felt the same passion, the same fire, the same bitterness that's resided in various places within my mind, body, and soul for the last year and a half. The last five-hundred and seventy-seven days.
Jake looked at me from the couch, over to where I was perched on the stool in front of the island. His eyes were full of sympathy, a look that he never let wither away after a year and a half.
Pity.
I hate pity.
Instead of the same birthday bit they've played exactly seven times on the last three channels, the television broke into the familiar attention-catching theme, with letters plastered on the screen in blood red font - breaking news.
As soon as Jake picked up the remote to turn the channel for the third time, there she was, on the television screen. A very familiar face, one that I had missed nearly as much as her partner in crime.
"Wait, no. That can't be right." Danny, who had immediately snatched the remote from Jake, was now turning up the volume of the television. His voice had raised in alarm, a sense of urgency in his voice that I'd never heard before. My legs had carried me hurriedly to stand in front of the screen without even realizing, like I had materialized before it.
Flashing lights - something I had avoided for the last year and a half, but was all I was seeing in front of me. Anastasia appeared, pressed against her mom as she emerged from the crowd. The Anastasia - the one I hadn't seen in over a year and a half.
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Anastasia had not changed much. Her hair was longer and in choppy layers that framed her face very well. There was something different about her, though, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I had missed her immensely, almost as much as her best friend. I knew what this meant, and although it had clicked in my brain, it left me no time to prepare for it.
Behind her emerged a strikingly familiar face. One that I remember all too well.
Five-hundred and seventy-seven days.
That's how long it took to see her face again.
I thought it was difficult before, not knowing, but now-
Now all of the breath was sucked out of me. I was frozen, unable to move, to breathe, to focus. All I felt was gut-wrenching pain in my chest and I almost doubled over right then and there, head starting to go dizzy from the lack of oxygen flow to my brain. Breathe, I reminded myself, and I sucked in a gasping breath.
