❝After a series of tragic deaths in Shadow Swan's family, the young ginger finds herself being shipped off to Forks, Washington. A town that Shadow hasn't stepped foot in years. Here she finds the prospects of a fresh start awaiting her and the chan...
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SHADOW DIDN'T ARGUE WITH THE CONCLUSION JASPER HAD DRAWN.
In fact, she was more than eager to seek out Carlisle and lay all her fears bare. The idea that it might breathe them into existence was only a secondary thought. She had to know what it all meant. If what she'd seen was something to fear or something she could avoid altogether.
The Swan girl went to lift herself from the couch, only to collapse against it as her knees gave way beneath her. Her head swam with the effort of keeping herself upright. The thrum of her blood becoming a pounding headache that nestled itself between her temples. She hadn't realized how drained the scream had left her.
With the fits coming and going so often now, it seemed to be a reoccurring after-effect. Sheer exhaustion borne of the weight of Death's message. It wasn't as if running around the forest had helped her, either.
However, resting wasn't an option. Not when the mere memory of that dream seemed to drag invisible fangs down her neck— an urgency she couldn't shove down. It would have seemed laughable before; that a mere figment of sleepless imagination could be so important. But Shadow felt the importance settle in her like a weight.
If there was one thing that Shadow was beginning to understand, it was that ignoring her instincts was hardly ever a good idea.
Once Shadow felt more composed, she looked over to Jasper with a sheepish expression. "I don't know if I can walk."
Jasper gave a smile. "You might've went at it a little too fast," he agreed, reaching out and offering his hand for her to take.
Shadow gladly accepted the help, not exactly keen on the idea of falling. She opened her mouth to say something more, but found herself closing it as she caught Jasper's expression. The solemn look on his face worried her.
He didn't appear to notice her prying eyes as he pondered something. But, before Shadow could question him on it, she found herself being lifted gently off her feet. Shadow made a sound of surprise as she was then carried bridal-style towards the stairs.
Her face warmed, anger quick to follow. Mostly because she couldn't bring herself to fight back. "I have legs, you know, and I would feel a lot more dignified if you would let me walk on them."
"Are you sure you're okay to walk?" For as much as he tried to keep his facade genuine, Shadow could see the small tug at the corner of his lips. Clearly, he was enjoying ever second of their current situation.
