~ BOOK 2 of Levels of Love ~
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It walks through the crowd below with an easy, almost arrogant, stride, beanie pulled low over its forehead. But not low enough to hide its piercing, cold eyes. I don't know why but my breathing sudd...
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The last thing I expect to see when coming to is the black lace covered face of the Prophet only inches from my own.
Hmm. Convenient.
Before she even has a chance to register that I'm awake I lunge at her neck, gripping at the blackness as tightly as I physically can. I can definitely feel something solid under the mass of material and shadows which only encourages me more as magic starts to trickle down my arms and heat my hands.
"CECE!" Jakob suddenly appears and tugs at my arms, trying to loosen my grip as the Prophet continues to not react. "She's trying to help you! Let go!"
There's no way I'm going to. I stare right at the Prophet's shrouded face and she stares back. I know she can see the commitment in my eyes and I know she doesn't care.
"CeCe, listen to me", Jakob's voice gets a hint steelier. "As the King I command you to let go of the Prophet."
I turn to him just long enough to laugh in his face, "My parent's bodies aren't even cold yet and you're trying to use their power. I'm sorry. I didn't realise you were of royal blood. Oh. You're not. Even after you marry me you still won't be."
"It's getting hard to recongise you anymore, CeCe", the Prophet suddenly speaks in that rasping voice of hers. She doesn't even sound slightly breathless or uncomfortable from my hands around her neck. "Once a sweet, selfless princess... Well, that's Earth for you. I'm sure once you're back on the Estate some of that kindness will return."
I want to spit in her face so badly but that'llonly further prove her words. It's true I use to be nicer, a pure Fae who wasnothing but content in her big house with her big dresses, family and friendssurrounding her. I can't remember what it felt like back then, without my heartconstantly being pulled in two directions and an unstoppable evil hooveringover me.
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The Prophet suddenly grabs my hands and pries them away but I let her, slumping back into the bed and doing everything in my power not to start crying again.
