▶ Touching The Wind (Roaming Alchemists/ Book Two)

Chapter Seven.

Chapter Seven. 

Jason’s phone rang at six a.m, and he groaned, picking it up from the counter. He rubbed his eyes, then saw; private number. He picked it up regardless. 

“hello?” he asked, his voice rough from the short five hours of sleep he’d received. 

“Is this Jason Creek?” The voice was female, and hearing it he couldn’t help but let his thoughts wonder towards Sera. It made his heart ache. 

“Yeah?” 

“Hi, I’m Grace Lovette, I believe you’re looking for me.” 

“Huh? Looking for you?” He said, eyes widening and straightening up. 

She coughed, “Well, I’ve gotten six missed calls from this number-”

“Well, I didn’t call you.” 

“Are you sure?” She asked, her voice beginning to sound less normal.

“Seriously, who is this?”

“Grace Lovette.” 

“Lovette.” He swallowed, “Prophet?” 

She chuckled into the end of the receiver, and it made his hair stand on end. Goosebumps rose on his skin as he listened to the voice of a prophet Alchemist, she was a local talent when Jason was living in Canada. She’d called him ninety times to warn him about something, he ignored every one. He was supposed to get hit by a car, But Grace ran in and saved him when he didn’t listen. So, he owed her one. 

“How can I help you Grace?” 

She chuckled again, “I need to use that favor.” 

“OK, what on?” 

“You’re girlfriend, Se-”

“Not my girlfriend,” He hissed. 

She coughed, “No, she needs to be.” 

He rubbed his temples from sheer tiredness, “Listen to me,” He snapped, “She has a soulmate.” He felt stupid just after he’d said it. 

“I know.” Grace said. 

“Huh?” 

“I know, she’s your soulmate.” 

“She can’t be,” Jason hissed, “She can’t be because she’s-”

“Also Ethan’s soulmate.”

“What are you talking about?” 

“Ugh,” Grace sighed, “Your girlfriend has a split soul, half is dark, half is light. The light half, is Sera. The dark half is Pepper, or, whatever you’ve called it.” She coughed off to the side before continuing, “Pepper’s soulmate is Ethan, Sera’s soulmate is you.”

“You’re not making any sense.”

“Think about it, when you’re around her she’d lighter, she’s nicer-”

“When she’s around me she feels dead.”

“Not true,” Grace snapped, “She loves you more then she can comprehend, when she kisses you, she feels isolated, but as time goes on, the isolation becomes a feeling of warmth. After ten years of kissing her twice a week, she feels as good as you in a kiss.”

“Why?”

“Because, darling,” She said with a sigh, “Your little Sera has half a dark soul, if she picks you as her boyfriend and you stay together, darkness with be drowned by light.”