Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 106600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
I don’t know what his problem is, but I guess it’s for the best. I don’t need to get involved with him anyway. He could be a potential suspect.
I make quick work of taking my shower. Then I jump out to lotion my skin before I throw on a pair of jeans and a loose-fitting T-shirt. Looking in the mirror, I decide to leave my curly waves out.
I run a hand through my locks and pull them to the right side, then go to plug in my flat iron to set my part. Once I have a clean part and my hair is resting to the right on its own, I blow out a breath and head to the kitchen to find something to drink.
I glance toward the lockbox where I keep my guns, but my stomach growls and acid rises in my throat. Damn, I didn’t realize how hungry I am. I can’t wait for breakfast with Carson. I need something to eat now.
I move into the kitchen and go to make some toast. Once the bread is in the toaster, I decide to grab the kettle to fill it with water for some tea. As the water runs, I stare at it, filling the clear glass. My vision begins to ripple.
I gasp as the head of that dragon from the other vision rises from the water in the kettle. My hand shakes as I place the kettle down in the sink. Covering my mouth, I try to hold my scream in.
Its whisker-looking things curl at the tips as they float through the air and glow with a light of their own. Its blue skin looks almost iridescent. Yet, it sits there as if it belongs.
What the fuck was in that shit we smoked last night? I’m never smoking again. When it seems like it tilts its head to study me, I nearly laugh. This is some crazy shit.
“What the fuck?” I breathe when I finally calm myself.
The dragon remains silent at first as it looks me in the eyes with its deep-blue ones. I take a few steps back, bumping into the island behind me.
The dragon becomes larger and places its forearms against the edge of the sink as if it were an old friend leaning in to have a chat. Its elbows look hard and sharp, like horns or something. I shake my head as if that will be enough to clear it and make the vision go away.
“Don’t be alarmed. I have not come to harm you but to join you. It is time, young master.”
“Time for what?”
“Time for you to connect with your inner self, the part of you that has the power to accept me. Time for you to find your strength within so my place can be prepared. You and I will connect at the core.
“They are coming, and you will need to be ready, young master. Soon, you will learn to count on others once again. When you return home, you will fully understand,” the dragon says.
I can’t believe I’m standing in the middle of my kitchen talking to a fucking dragon. Scratch that, a dragon who has half its body sticking out of my damn tea kettle.
“Return home? This is my home.”
“Yes, but not the home I speak of. You were touched with power; it is time for it to awaken. Water and ash are within you. Your power is pushing at the surface. Just reach for it,” it replies.
My toast pops up in the toaster, breaking the vision. The dragon disappears, leaving me baffled and confused. I really need to have my head examined.
Muttering to myself, I change my mind about the tea. I’m no longer interested. I’m grabbing the butter for my toast when there’s a knock at the door.
I roll my eyes. Carson never listens. Good thing he didn’t arrive a few moments ago.
That shit would have freaked him out. I wonder if he would have seen it in the first place. This could be my own brand of crazy.
Lost in thought, I head for the door to answer it before someone sees Carson in the hall. Nervously, I bite my lip as I think of him and Ardan running into each other.
“I told you to text me,” I say as I open the door to rush him inside.
I’m taken by surprise as I’m pushed back into my apartment by three large guys. I stumble back in shock. However, it only takes a second for me to snap into action.
I turn for the lockbox to grab a gun, but I’m grabbed by the back of my hair. This guy is huge and so much taller than me. The tight grip he has on my hair causes me to panic for a second.
My heart races as I think of how this can all go wrong. I bet these guys belong to Ricci. He’s finally going to finish me off. I wonder if he knows I’m his daughter or if he even cares.