***Book 1 is complete; Book 2 picks up right where Book 1 ends!***
Réa, a half-human, half-Seraph, has spent her entire life locked in a tower, haunted by visions of a man in pain. Unbeknownst to her, this tortured soul is Bucky Barnes, the former W...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The book mentioned in this chapter was given to me by one of my American friends. It is an incredible read; I recommend it. Per my friend, it can be found on Amazon (physical copy and Kindle platform), or via Horse and Rider Books.
OCTOBER 15, 2019 — AVENGERS COMPOUND — RÉA
I wake with my heart pounding, tears drying on my cheeks. Bucky's not in the bed, and as I sit up, I see a note on his pillow.
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Réa— I had to leave for an appointment. I tried to wake you, but you were out. I should be back around 2. I love you. —Bucky
Honestly, I'm glad Bucky's not here—he'd know something was wrong, and I don't want to tell him that the nightmare...vision...whatever it was, that I had all those months ago, is back. And while this isn't the first time I've had it over the past several months, it's been a few weeks, and having it after what we shared last night and this morning made it even worse.
'It's just a nightmare. It can't be a vision...you're human,' I tell myself.
'Humans have the clairs,' another part of me says. 'You know that.'
'Just a nightmare.'
Shaking my head in an attempt to dispel the thoughts, I pick up my phone. The clock on the screen shows that it's quarter-past one...Bucky's going to be back soon. I climb out of bed and head into the bathroom, where I turn on the water to fill the pool. I add bath foam, and then leave the pool to fill while I brush my teeth and tie up my hair. I return to the pool, shutting off the tap and settling into the water. The warmth surrounds me, and as I relax into the soothing heat, the tears return.
'It's just a nightmare. Bucky's safe. He's fine. It's not real.'
I let those words replay in my mind, over and over, but they do nothing to calm or comfort me, and I sit in the water and sob.
Eventually, my crying ceases, and I realise the water has gone cold. I open the drain, and turn on the waterfall. While it warms, I take the tie from my hair then pad to the shower door, cracking it to toss the elastic onto the counter before returning to the waterfall. I shower quickly, then dry off and pad to the closet. I dress, opting for leggings and an oversized, long-sleeved tee. I grab the book that Liv suggested I read—The Horse Cure—and head into the living room. I settle onto the couch, taking the throw blanket from the back and pulling it over my legs.
I've made it through the preface and the introduction of the book when Bucky returns.
"Hi, gorgeous," he says, coming over and placing a quick kiss to my lips before settling at his end of the couch.
"Hi. How was your appointment?"
"It was good, thanks." His gaze lands on the book in my lap. "The Horse Cure...is this the book Liv recommended?"
