Chapter One
Swirling, twirling, twisting, turning, light, dark, blues, golds, reds.
Kyra, slowly regained consciousness and felt a warm dead weight across her stomach, stealing her breath, pinning her slender body to the bed. Opening one eye to a dimly lit room she could see shadows casting distorted pictures across the blue stained walls. BZZZZZZZZTZ 'acancy' lit up on the wall, BZZZZZZZZTZ 'dark'.
What the hell is going on? BZZZZZZZZTZ acancy BZZZZZZZZTZ dark.
Her mind raced. Just-just can't remember what-what, that was it, the book! I was working on the new book-drinking a cup of tea-. Her beloved cats Tristin and Serena were there cleaning each other by the fireplace.
Kyra closed her open eye sinking further into a flood of memories.
BZZZZZZZZTZ 'acancy' BZZZZZZZZTZ 'dark'. Oh, that damn broken neon! Now she remembered...
Dancing-flirting-eyes fixed on each other, gently touching. She remembered the short walk to his motel, falling into bed grasping with a sense of urgency the kissing, the warmth and heat flooding her.
Oh God, now she remembered everything! Afraid to open her eyes, this warm heavy weight pinning her down could not be good. Mama would be angry. She often warned her to be more careful; to leave immediately after the encounter but it had been so long since Kyra had lost control. She had been so lonely and he'd reminded her of Thorne! Now this- still in his room now, the.... what the hell time is it anyway? Oh God, Mama would really be angry!
Mama wanted her to take a lover, someone to be there when this need pulsed so deep within, but Kyra knew sharing life with someone who could not return her love could never be. Couldn't get too close-let someone know her-couldn't share herself. No one could ever replace the mirror of love Thorne was to her. Better to be alone, seeking only warmth when passion demanded, than to be imprisoned by unrequited love. It would not be fair, to them or to her. Mama was a fine one to talk, alone all these years, mourning the loss of her precious husband. Now it all came flooding back, the memory of last night. Like a picture playing in her head. She decided to take a break from her writing; the chapter was just not coming together. A block is what she had, a writer's block... She had read the same paragraph three times and just could not focus on a word of it. She scratched Tristin's head as he lay curled up in her lap, listening to the sweet sound of the beach lapping the shore. "I know fellow. I just need a break." She could feel the itching begin under her skin. She had been trying to ignore it for about an hour now but nothing was working-not even the cold shower she had taken half an hour before. Kyra eased Tristin off onto the floor then she stood up stretched her arms over her head and then behind her back, arching. Maybe a walk, just to cool off, yes, that is what I need.
Looking at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, Ouch-I look like I have not slept in a week! Kyra pulled out her make-up bag, dumped it on the counter. Let me see here... She was so fair, her eyebrows as well as her eyelashes were blonde so that her features almost disappeared without make up.
After chasing down Tristin and retrieving her blush brush for the third time she applied light brown pencil to her invisible brows. Using light brown eyeliner to just highlight her eyes, a bit darker brown mascara to bring out her long soft lashes. Choosing a pale blue shadow which brought out the deep blue in her eyes, making them sparkle. Next, she applied a pale pink blush up her high cheekbones before opening her mouth, tracing her lips with the same pale pink shade. Much better she thought, again tilting her head this way and that.
Walking to her closet she pulled open the door. She chose a creamy white cotton dress with tiny pale blue flowers that danced across the fabric, a pair of shiny white leather sandals, and a matching purse. Kyra brushed her hair out until it was soft and silky. She tied it back with a pale blue ribbon. The dress fabric was so soft and silky it caressed her legs when she walked. Her deep purple amethyst crystal pendant rested in the hollow of her breasts. This extraordinary crystal was a deep purple healing crystal rescued from Atlantis and cut by an ancient jeweler into three pieces. Each piece was then fashioned into a delicate pendant one for each, Kyra, her mother Phaedra and her twin sister Velora.
