The dreams started six months before the fire.
They came almost like clock work, beginning in a slow pattern. Once a month, then once a week, before they grew in intensity. By September they were coming every night. Always similar images. Smoke. Fire. Ash. Although it was never the same place. I'd wake up, 1:24am on the dot, mouth full of soot.
I should have heeded the warning but in typical Miranda Jade fashion, I did my best to avoid acknowledging shit I did not want to deal with. An inherited trait from my father I'm sure but I had long learned the stupidity in that choice.
Fate hated to be ignored and if it was sending you omens in your dreams then you should probably pay attention or prepare to suffer the consequences.
But I had decided years ago I was going to ignore fate and all it's subliminal messages. This was not my first rodeo dealing with its finicky personality.
Usually my consequences were small.
Miss the cows sitting down. Get caught in the rain. Ignore the moths flying around the street light. Wake up to a dead car battery.
Other times. Well. Let's just say there was a reason I was still single at 27. No one wanted to find the man of their dreams, envision their future lives together, only to wake up six months later to a full moon rising red and feathers on your window sill.
This time though. Fate was refusing to be ignored. Which could only mean one thing.
I was fucked.
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Whispers in the Ashes
RomanceMiranda Jade Lyndwood has done her best to avoid fates omens for the last ten years. But now fate won't be ignored. With a series of fires occurring in places that she holds near and dear she looks like a prime suspect. Only she knows that the true...
