“Don’t bother trying to find it.”
The words roll over her lips softly. My skin tingles and burns. I look at my hands. Light so bright comes from my skin making the lines blurry. My skin glows.
“Don’t you dare act like this! You are the reason my sister is dead!” I yell and she freezes.
My feet step towards her until something croaks under my feet. My skin dims and my sight reappears.
A loose floorboard covered in blood marks lifts a bit and makes a croaking sound. I smirk as I watch her swallow hard.
“You could have just told me you know?”
I kneel down and lift the floorboard.
There it is. A small bottle of memories. I shake it a bit, letting the sparkles dance. I hold it in front of my face. I focus on every individual sparkle. I open my mind, trying to reach the sparkle, watch through it. The good memories replay in my head. I close my eyes and press the bottle to my heart as I watch me and Da play by the waterfall.
I lift up.
“So how do I get these back?” I demand. She opens one eye carefully, but closes it fast again as my light presses against her face.
“It can’t be put back in your mind,” she whispers. I bolt towards her, looking hard and close at her face since the light doesn’t do damage to me.
“What the hell do you mean? You appear to be a strong witch. Put it back!” I fume at her.
She stumbles over the words leaving her mouth.
“Even I can’t do that.” She moves uncomfortably. “I am sorry, Eliane.”
She isn’t sorry, she just shouldn’t have done it. I stomp out of the door and slam it close hard. Only then I release the light wall I built against her.
As I stroll out of the palace, holding my memories at my heart, not sure what to do next, I realize I didn’t listen to Zephron’s tip carefully enough.
Chapter 36
Braxton
Despite the fact everything inside me screams to go follow her, I don’t. She can handle her own things and didn’t look like she wanted me to follow. As I am somewhere in my head, still debating what to do, the door opens.
A stumbling Eliane strolls inside.
Before I can ask what is wrong, she falls onto the bed, in her stretched arm the bottle she was aiming for. She isn’t burned out because her eyes look at me. A yawn on her face, forcing me to think things I shouldn’t think of. I crawl over the bed towards her.
“Are you okay?” My hands brush her skin, but I pull it back in reflex.
“Jeez, you’re burning.”
She gives me a thumbs up, laying her head down on the mattress. Despite the fact something is wrong I can’t help but chuckle. She looks up at me with her head lifted and brows furrowed.
“You’re laughing, again?” she asks confusedly, emphasis on again, her scrunched up nose making me laugh indeed. I hold my voice low and raspy, pulling myself together.
“Well yeah, I seem to do that a lot around you lately,” I purr. She crawls up, sitting cross legged against me, yawning again.
“Sorry,” she yawns. “I used a bit of power,” she continues, waving her hand to ease the yawn. I shrug it off. We will deal with that later.
“Now tell me how we are going to get those memories back in that mind of yours.”
She doesn’t hesitate before answering.
“It appears I can’t.”
