Emmaline Robinson belongs to the most powerful kind of witches to exist. Her powers are generated by her emotions. But haunted by her past and the endless future, can she control her feelings when she meets the devilishly charming Kai parker ?
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A hand clamped on her arm and then Emma was drowning. Water filled her lungs and she kicked upwards, desperate to reach the surface. Too far. She wouldn't make it. Her chest became heavier and heavier, like it was going to burst from within. Emma felt like the sea had its hands wrapped around her ankle, pulling her down into that dark bottomless pit. Calling. So she went.
She let it drown her.
When Emma opened her eyes she was laying on the shore, still half in the water. The weather was cold and the beach isolated.
She got to her feet, blinking the water out of her eyes. She could see the houses lined ahead. They disappeared one by one, turning to ashes. Only the one in front of her remained.
She could make out a dark silhouette hunched on the front porch. Emma felt something in her chest crumple. He did not move. Night turned to day and day to night but still he remained. A cold wind swept by and the words it brought along sent a shiver down her spine.
I came because I was worried.
I'm not leaving before I see you.
Let me in.
Emma laid back down, washing away the shame and remorse in cold, cold water. Then the sky melted down on her and the wave did not come again. She was standing in freshly cut grass and the air was warm.
She felt cold all over again when she saw what was in front of her. A single name engraved on the gravestone. The boy sat with his knees pulled up to his chest, rocking back and forth. His hands trembled as he ran them up and down his arms. Emma wanted to reach out to him, comfort him. But how could she? She was the one who'd caused this.
" Are you even listening?" said a voice and everything vanished. She was still in the Whitmore bar, staring into a pair of pale blue eyes. Emma felt like she'd been shot in the chest. Blood dripped down her chest and her heart fell from her ribcage.
" You looked, didn't you?" He asked. Emma couldn't forget his name even if she wanted, Ian had talked about him every day that they were together.
" Mickey," she said. His dark hair was short and pulled back from his face. He looked as pale as a ghost and his eyes were rimmed red as if he'd been crying.
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