The world is not what you think. Love isn't what it seems to be. Life is a cycle of magic. And Scarlet is the girl who has that magic. Once they called her a halfling, an aberration that shouldn't have existed but now others say she's special.
In a...
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An hour later, I was alone in the room we shared. Regan had left to go deliver the news of our departure from this territory. I didn't have much to pack, just the clothes he'd bought for me so it took me but a couple of minutes to be ready. We were supposed to go the next morning, though.
These last few weeks hardly anyone spoke to me but Regan. Healer checked on me once in a while, Oracle just gave me her disapproving eyes and Lucas was avoiding me.
Tendrils of guilt jabbed into my heart every time I saw him skirting past me or lurking at the corners of my vision. Just this morning I'd seen him watching us from the doorstep as we were having our breakfast with that kind of heartbreaking expression on his face only people who didn't have anything left wore. It hurt me to see him in this kind of pain. It shattered everything in me to know I was the reason for the gut-wrenching feeling I could feel from him.
I didn't even know how it was possible for me to feel anything from him, but the fact was that the echo of his own emotions was there. It had been there from the moment I woke up three weeks ago and it had stuck. It confused the hell out of me.
Nevertheless, I couldn't give Lucas empty hopes since it was Regan who was in my heart.
I moved the case next to the wall and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for Regan's return. Just thinking about him had the fires spreading into my body flushing it with heat. I suspected he knew what was happening to me since he'd told me he was going to take care of it; I just didn't know what he meant by that.
Our mingled scents were lingering in the room, saturated into the white sheets, his being the prominent note in the mixture of washing powder and my own scent. Taking it into my lungs had me shivering and gripping the fabric underneath with my fingers.
The need for him was stronger now that the fire was raging and I had the sudden urge to go find him, take the real him into my chest and not just these fading whispers of his intoxicating smell. I felt my breasts tensing, the nipples perking up painfully with the clenching of my core. My body aching for his touch, the scent of my arousal wafted to my nose.
I needed him, and I needed him now. Buried inside me.
A knock sounded on the door, distracting me from my naughty thoughts and the lack of real action.
"Come in," I said.
It was Oracle who made her way inside and as soon as she did I had a sudden feeling of uneasiness.
Lifting my eyes to her lithe form, I indicated the spot next to me on the bed for her to sit. She just shook her head and instead came to stand in front of me.
Her long white-gray hair was braided back, uncovering her face. A few shorter locks of it fell out on the left side of her face. A line was formed between her eyebrows, her eyes their usual sky blue, the lightest shade of blue I'd ever seen. She was wearing a cream-colored dress reaching to her ankles, feet bare.
