Fate always had the power to screw you over.
And Alexandra always thought that she had everything she could ask for: a caring family, a best friend and an attentive boyfriend. That is until she discovered the latter two alone in a car together.
Sin...
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I didn't remember dreaming. To point out a very irritating fact, it felt as if I hadn't been asleep at all! I was still tired, though not as much as before.
Opening my eyes, I could see that my instinct–which was telling me I had just fallen asleep–was terribly wrong. Hours had gone by with me unconscious, and I immediately realised that by how much darker my surroundings were. I scrambled around in my mind, trying to remember where I was and why. It didn't take long.
I was in Cleito's Cave, all alone except for a paranoid mare and the lonesome Lovers' Nest. Just thinking about it made a shiver run down my spine. Gathering strength in my arms, I pushed myself into a sitting position with a loud groan. My whole body ached from lying on the hard, uneven ground, and my clothes were damp from the moist air.
Shuffling hooves echoed faintly in the dark cave, and the damp smell of moss and wet horse invaded my nostrils. I blinked rapidly, making an effort to collect my bearings.
I was still here, and nobody had discovered me yet. I was alone, and it was dark.
No, I thought when I glanced at the cave entrance. It was just dusk, with the smallest hints of red to see by. I'd been asleep for hours.
"Okay," I breathed, shivering from the clammy cold. "Now what?"
Was I seriously talking to myself? Somehow, it made me feel better to hear a voice even if it was my own. It made the isolated feeling inside of me fade a little.
My horse was standing near the pool, which made me slightly nervous. As if feeling my eyes on her, the mare lifted her head, looking curiously at me. She then lifted her nose in the air and lifted her upper lip, scenting the air. Whether for danger or treats, I didn't know.
Reluctantly, I dragged myself up to my feet, my muscles protesting with the action. I ran a hand through the jungle of my hair, annoyed for a few seconds.
I so didn't want to think about the previous day, because my mood was already turning sour, and I wasn't a morning person–or a night person, apparently. A chill went through me. No, I wasn't a morning person, and as a result, I could feel my nerves rattling. Last night I'd been too exhausted to worry about the repercussions of my actions.
Of course, it hadn't been my fault that I'd ended up in the beautiful cave that was attached to a creepy legend. The horse had carried me here. I thought about it. No, something had cornered us here—intentionally—and Topaz and I had had no choice but to hide in this cave. Damn, I changed my mind. I was glad not be out there in the wilderness, especially after dark, but who knew? If it was a really small monster, it could enter the cave and eat me alive.
