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It seemed that we’d been talking for eternity, though I didn’t mind it one bit. Only I couldn’t remember the subjects we’d visited, as I felt time slipping through my fingers. And then I started to forget more of myself, my past, and my friends.
“You should eat the fruit,” the queen said.
I beamed at her, aiming to please. “Maybe I should, but something tells me that I shouldn’t. I wonder why.”
“Just try,” she urged. “Once slice of the orange will do you good, and then you won’t be hungry anymore.”
I picked up the puff with the fruit in it that I’d put down before.
“But this isn’t orange, Your Majesty,” I said. “This is ambrosia. You think I should really eat the gods’ food in the Underworld? If I do, I won’t be able to return home. That’s a big deal.”
“Where do you think is your home?” she asked, her enchanting voice the flow of a beautiful violin.
“Uh?” I tried to think, then nodded. “That’s a good question.”
There was this place, but where? Fragmented images flashed before my eyelids—rare blossoms shivering in the night, a fairy lake, and a violet building of glass and steel under a starlit sky that stretched to eternity. Those images conveyed feelings, but they didn’t stick. As soon as they appeared, they vanished, plucked out and chipped away by time.
I frowned in confusion and dismay. “Maybe I don’t have a home?”
“You do now,” she said. “This is your home. Eat the puff and the fruit, and you’ll feel more at home.”
Barbie! a high-pitched male voice screamed in my ears. There’s something wrong with Barbie!
Who the fuck was Barbie? And that person was so loud and rude. I should send Sy to eat him!
Wait! Where was Sy? Why wasn’t she around? Even if I forgot myself and everything, I could never forget Sy, my other soul, a beautiful savage with glowing golden eyes and a penchant for blood, gore, and porn.
I ran my fingers through my golden curls, ruffling them to make them bounce. Sy’s hair was dark, lush, and straight, down to her ankles. Even her hair was a weapon that she’d used to wrap around a few rapists and choke them to death. I grinned at those memories fondly, not because of the brutality Sy had dealt to those bad men, but because I’d remembered.
And then I remembered more.
How many times must I tell you, Sy, that you can’t just eat people merely because you don’t like them?
Sy wasn’t convinced.
We must be our better self. Plus, if you eat intelligent beings that annoy you, you’ll have bad breath, I pressed. Rowan will be turned off, and he won’t give us diamonds anymore.
I won’t eat people raw, then, she pondered. We can cook them well done with pepper and garlic. Those are good seasoning.
Rowan? Who was he?
I cocked my head. A gorgeous, formidable male came to my mind, with a body built to kill and fuck. His storm-blue eyes gazed at me, containing scorching heat that expelled the cold winter in them.
As I recalled this male who had made me shiver down to my toes in lust, his scent of pine and clean, powerful male followed me to the Underworld, enveloping me in protection. But he couldn’t be Rowan. That name didn’t fit.
I blinked hard, desperate to remember him. The core part of me also told me that it was uber important to find out his name, but an outside force was hellbent on erasing him from my mind.
Sy! Earth to Sy! I shouted, peering into the deep well within me. Do you copy?
I heard a faint echo, and I called her again and again, sinking all I had into my search. We’re two peas in a pod. Sy, do you copy?
Roger! In the distance, a roar came. Mars to Barbie, we’re in danger!
No shit!
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