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“I love you,” she whispered as her barriers exploded into a million stars and Mahaun invaded her thoughts.
HELLO, LITTLE KELPIE. FINALLY, YOU’RE MINE.
Epilogue
Knowing how she was going to die was torture. Having to relive the vision each and every day, even more so. But that’s what Amber had to endure ever since Mahoun had brought her here.
It was her own fault for being too cocky. There’d been a storm brewing, and she’d thought she could try and harness the power from it. She’d always had an affinity for weather magic, and this particular storm had called to her in a way she’d never experienced before. Izban had tried to tell her no. She should have listened. If she’d stayed, maybe he’d finally have acted on the feelings he so clearly had for her.
She hadn’t noticed when they were still at school together; she’d been too focused on her studies to truly notice. Only after she’d been taken had she realised all the signs.
A groan came from the cell around the corner. She’d seen them when they were brought in a few days ago. Two men, probably twins, who’d been screaming something about being royalty. Not that it would help them. It didn’t matter who you were down here, in the end, everybody succumbed to the darkness.
She clutched her head and screamed as pain assailed her. Even when he wasn’t in the room, he was able to manipulate her mind and show her images of how she’d die. At first, she hoped the angry girl whose hair turned green, would never show up. That had been weeks ago. Now, she was praying for her to arrive and release her from her pain.
It always started the same. A new prisoner would be brought to her, a woman close to her own age. She’d be unconscious and Amber would wait for her to wake up. But that didn’t happen, so Amber would go to sleep, only to wake up to being strangled by the woman. There was a lot of angry screaming, glowing eyes and hair changing colour. The girl cursing at her, green hair floating around her head in an eerie way was usually the last thing Amber saw before the vision stopped.
But every night, the green-haired woman would follow her into her dreams. She’d taken on a life of her own. Nightmares were all Amber had nowadays.
Her days were a nightmare, her nights just the same.
She didn’t even know how long she’d been here. It could easily be years.
Years of pain and dread.
She wasn’t going to last much longer. She could already feel her sanity slip away.
She yawned. She wasn’t going to be able to stay up much longer. She’d tried not sleeping, but it wasn’t working. She’d have to face the green-haired woman again.
Maybe this time, she’d be able to kill her rather than being murdered.
Maybe.
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