Maybe Fate: A Novel (New Adult Paranormal Romance) by Cynthia Brint Page B
Authors: Cynthia Brint
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Ethan's
place.”
Flooding
with worry, I pushed it down as good as I could when I felt that
twaelin eyeing me. “I'll bring her back in one piece,”
he said, chuckling darkly.
Becky
giggled, but I only felt sick.
“ Good
night, Gale,” he said, waving a hand lazily. The other was
wrapped around Becky's thin waist possessively.
Gritting
my jaw, unsure what I could do to prevent this, I just looked at
Becky. “Are you sure?”
Taken
aback, she flashed me a conspiratorial look. “Um, yes? What do
you mean, 'am I sure?'”
Sweat
slid down my back, gluing my dress to my shoulder blades. “Just...
like...”
“ Gale,”
she said firmly. “I'll see you tomorrow, okay?”
There
was no way to convince her, and in that moment, I felt more helpless
than I ever had. How did you warn someone that the guy they were
sleeping with was so deadly? That he wasn't human?
Lifting
my hand, I gave a weak wave. “Just be careful.”
It
was all I could do.
The
pair vanished out into the night, leaving me in the hallway. Hugging
my jacket tight, I pushed into my room, resisting the urge to slam
the door.
Tearing
my hair from the braid she had woven for me, I ignored the sharp
pain of the strands that ripped from my roots. Why
does she need to go do stuff like that? Moving
to kick off my heels, I was so exhausted I instead fell sideways,
hitting the edge of my bed.
Grunting,
tears welling in the corners of my eyes, I sat down hard on the
floor. Yanking the shoes off, I threw them at Becky's pillows.
“Stupid,” I sobbed, frustrated that I could do nothing.
“Just stupid, and reckless, and... and...”
Sniffling,
I didn't finish my tirade. I knew it wasn't her fault, how could she
know what Ethlyn really was?
More
so, what he tried to do to me.
I
was terrified for my friend, trying to find ways to convince myself
nothing would happen to her. That she wouldn't end up hurt.
That
she wouldn't end up dead.
Nethiun,
are you watching out for my friends, too? Or do you not think Ethlyn
will harm her?
He
had seemed pretty calm in the club, but could I use that as a gauge
about Becky's safety, even?
Leaning
my temple against my mattress, I breathed in slowly, calming my
nerves. There was nothing I could do, nothing to make the situation
different.
But...
Looking
up, my eyes fell on the heavy book my English teacher had given me. If
I can't change things now, maybe I can find something out to help me
in the future.
Scrambling
onto my bed, I tugged my jacket and dress off until I was in nothing
but my underwear. I'd wanted the sticky, shiny dress off most of
all. Happily, I threw it in a corner.
Pulling
on a long shirt, one that probably needed a wash since I wore it to
bed so much, I dragged the book onto my knees.
The
texture of the cover reminded me of dry skin, a fact I was quick to
push aside by flipping it open. The paper was terrifyingly fragile.
With careful fingers, I browsed through the pages, not sure what I
was even looking for.
This
seems so old, I didn't expect it to be in English. Who even wrote
this? Every
page seemed to talk about flora, fauna, different parts of the
globe. There were weird poems mixed inside, as well as little
stories, but nothing that seemed relevant.
Frustrated,
I began flipping through faster, eyes darting side to side to take
in the writing. I hoped I'd find a single word, something that
indicated I should stop and read further.
I
got much more than that.
Towards
the end of the tome, I came across a drawing. Ink wash, black as
night, the sketch was extremely detailed. It depicted a woman,
stretched across the ground in apparent distress.
Her
eyes were wide, empty, mouth forced open in a silent scream. Above
her, like a ghostly image that spread across the entire upper page,
was something monstrous in nature. It had no face that I could see,
but the tendrils drifting off of it were digging into the woman,
draped across her like a hundred strings.
With
my heart thumping, I read the
place.”
Flooding
with worry, I pushed it down as good as I could when I felt that
twaelin eyeing me. “I'll bring her back in one piece,”
he said, chuckling darkly.
Becky
giggled, but I only felt sick.
“ Good
night, Gale,” he said, waving a hand lazily. The other was
wrapped around Becky's thin waist possessively.
Gritting
my jaw, unsure what I could do to prevent this, I just looked at
Becky. “Are you sure?”
Taken
aback, she flashed me a conspiratorial look. “Um, yes? What do
you mean, 'am I sure?'”
Sweat
slid down my back, gluing my dress to my shoulder blades. “Just...
like...”
“ Gale,”
she said firmly. “I'll see you tomorrow, okay?”
There
was no way to convince her, and in that moment, I felt more helpless
than I ever had. How did you warn someone that the guy they were
sleeping with was so deadly? That he wasn't human?
Lifting
my hand, I gave a weak wave. “Just be careful.”
It
was all I could do.
The
pair vanished out into the night, leaving me in the hallway. Hugging
my jacket tight, I pushed into my room, resisting the urge to slam
the door.
Tearing
my hair from the braid she had woven for me, I ignored the sharp
pain of the strands that ripped from my roots. Why
does she need to go do stuff like that? Moving
to kick off my heels, I was so exhausted I instead fell sideways,
hitting the edge of my bed.
Grunting,
tears welling in the corners of my eyes, I sat down hard on the
floor. Yanking the shoes off, I threw them at Becky's pillows.
“Stupid,” I sobbed, frustrated that I could do nothing.
“Just stupid, and reckless, and... and...”
Sniffling,
I didn't finish my tirade. I knew it wasn't her fault, how could she
know what Ethlyn really was?
More
so, what he tried to do to me.
I
was terrified for my friend, trying to find ways to convince myself
nothing would happen to her. That she wouldn't end up hurt.
That
she wouldn't end up dead.
Nethiun,
are you watching out for my friends, too? Or do you not think Ethlyn
will harm her?
He
had seemed pretty calm in the club, but could I use that as a gauge
about Becky's safety, even?
Leaning
my temple against my mattress, I breathed in slowly, calming my
nerves. There was nothing I could do, nothing to make the situation
different.
But...
Looking
up, my eyes fell on the heavy book my English teacher had given me. If
I can't change things now, maybe I can find something out to help me
in the future.
Scrambling
onto my bed, I tugged my jacket and dress off until I was in nothing
but my underwear. I'd wanted the sticky, shiny dress off most of
all. Happily, I threw it in a corner.
Pulling
on a long shirt, one that probably needed a wash since I wore it to
bed so much, I dragged the book onto my knees.
The
texture of the cover reminded me of dry skin, a fact I was quick to
push aside by flipping it open. The paper was terrifyingly fragile.
With careful fingers, I browsed through the pages, not sure what I
was even looking for.
This
seems so old, I didn't expect it to be in English. Who even wrote
this? Every
page seemed to talk about flora, fauna, different parts of the
globe. There were weird poems mixed inside, as well as little
stories, but nothing that seemed relevant.
Frustrated,
I began flipping through faster, eyes darting side to side to take
in the writing. I hoped I'd find a single word, something that
indicated I should stop and read further.
I
got much more than that.
Towards
the end of the tome, I came across a drawing. Ink wash, black as
night, the sketch was extremely detailed. It depicted a woman,
stretched across the ground in apparent distress.
Her
eyes were wide, empty, mouth forced open in a silent scream. Above
her, like a ghostly image that spread across the entire upper page,
was something monstrous in nature. It had no face that I could see,
but the tendrils drifting off of it were digging into the woman,
draped across her like a hundred strings.
With
my heart thumping, I read the
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