[Book #2 in the Nystrom series.]
[Check tws before reading]
[Dual pov]
I push the feeling away and ultimately concentrate my gaze on his upper body, which still bears the traces of my lipstick. "You did not remove them?" He smirks and closes the boo...
THE UPDATES ARE HERE, FINALLY. Sorry for the long wait, loves!
Don't forget to vote, comment, follow and share!
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
ROWAN'S POV
My attention is on the woman in front of me, she is talking to Silas and isn't looking at me. She's ignoring me. Being so close to her causes my hands to tremble, and I regret everything I said to her.
I don't wish the damn knife hit her, and I don't want her to hate me—I simply need her to remember.
Her long hair caught my attention because it used to be shorter. I remember the first time I met her when we were only kids.
November 17th, 2013 "Who are you?" She asks me with narrowed eyes, and I can detect a Japanese accent in her voice. "My dad has some business with yours...I think? My name is Rowan." When I inform her of my name she sits up straight and scans my body, probably to see if there is anything dangerous about me.
"Amaya," She smiles, reaching her hand out as I shook it.
"What are you doing outside all alone?" I question her and she looks back at the seat she just stood up from. She crouches down and shows me a book in her hands. "I was reading," She smiles.
"The Tempest?" A smile tugs on my lips, I'm surprised someone so young understands Shakespeare. "You read Shakespeare?" Amaya asks me with a smile on her face and I nod.
"Hell is empty and all the devils are here," I quote a line in the book and sit down onto the grass, patting the place next to me, inviting her to sit down too. She chuckles, "Act one, scene two, page ten."
"How long will you stay in Japan?" She suddenly asks me and I sigh before shrugging. "I think when your dad and mine are done discussing business."
Upon hearing her sigh, I turn to look at the girl sitting next to me. She has long, curly eyelashes and holds the book in front of her while tracing her fingers over the cover.
She appears to be from heaven, yet that is obviously impossible. Although heaven can't possibly be on earth, it seems that way. She would be the personification of heaven. Perhaps miracles really do exist?
I snap out of the memory. I remember all the nights I stayed awake just to remember that particular event after I thought she died. I remember how our first encounter wasn't our last—I always knew that my family and hers shared secrets, I just didn't know what kind of secrets.
AMAYA'S POV
I heard Maeve discussing a trip she is attending with a few other people, but my eyes start to drift towards my hands, all while I can feel his stare on the back of my head.
Before I realized Maeve was leaving the room, I was sinking to the bottom of my consciousness and found myself calling her name as I followed her out of the room.
