"Goddamnit! Emily! The fuck?" I say, just barely avoiding shouting level.
The girl just looks at me, her eyes bored and disapproving. "Oh, please, Saira. You have nothing to hide. Might as well put your hands down." I glare at her, but I do so. Anger burns in my chest, along with fear, since the past five spirits from my past haven't been so friendly.
Emily's sapphire eyes glitter, and she folds her arms as she says,"I want free, Saira. It won't cost you anything like the Three's freedom did. It only takes a simple word, and I'm gone from your life." I stare at her, at this girl I saw die in a car wreck twenty-four years ago, with a bloody shard of glass stuck in her eye, broken ribs, and punctured lungs, and wonder how the hell she got here.
"And why would I set you free?" I ask, though I already know the answer. "To reassemble your soul. So that way, when you die, you might have a chance at Heaven, which is where I'm going once you release me," Emily immediately answers, as if she had anticipated the question.
"Just say this: libertatum ex te. Then, we'll be free from each other," Emily says. I hesitate, though, thinking it can't be this easy. Then, I remember the three shards of black glass that had reformed after I had moved to Vegas. I had nothing to do with those, so maybe just saying these words makes it easier. After all, with all the shards of blue glass my soul is fractured into, I need all the easiness I can get.
"Libertatum ex te," I say. My brain translates the Latin a second later. Freedom from you. I blink, and Emily glows with golden light. She smiles at me, then dissolves into golden light. Well, I think, that went well.
Then, I hear Zak come in through the door. Thankfully, though, he doesn't peek behind the curtain-so to speak-and simply says,"Saira. Come on. Everyone's waiting." "Just a minute. I need to wash out the conditioner really fast," I say, trying to keep my shock from entering my voice. I sense Zak nod, then hear his footsteps leave the small bathroom.
I quickly wash my hair, then turn off the water and grab a towel off the rack. I mutter curses to Zak for not closing the door after closing it, then dry off and dress. I exit the bathroom in a burst of steam, and Zak smiles at me.
"Finally. Come on, Sare. I'm hungry." At the mention of food, my stomach growls. I smile shyly as red creeps up my cheeks, and Zak laughs. "Apparently you are as well. Let's go. Food awaits," he says, and I laugh. We descend the stairs, and our day begins, with no one knowing that I had just reassembled my soul by one piece so soon after the last two pieces.
Maybe my life is finally looking up now that I have a silver ring on my left hand. Yeah, right. The road trip back to Las Vegas proves that.
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Shards of Blue Glass
Paranormal*3rd book in the Shards of Glass series. 1st is Shards of Black Glass. 2nd is Shards of Red Glass Nothing could be better. Saira and Zak are engaged, both of them survived the Five, and everything is back to normal. If only. An enemy long thought go...
