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I look up to see both Levy and Maxilliam watching me.
“Sorry, what did you say?”
“How did this seer manage to get you?”
“I was distracted,” I offer, not hiding my aggravation at the memory.
“Distractions are not warranted here.”
“Why?”
He leans forward, eyes boring into mine. “Because people die.”
“From?”
Levy scoffs as she chews on a piece of fruit.
“We have things in this world that are different from yours. Compared to what we used to be, we are dwindling, not what we once were. The darkness takes and takes, and not even I can stop it.”
“The darkness?” I ask.
“Yes, it’s what you call a figure, but these figures are made up of memories that lie and trick you. Once one of these figures gets to you, it will invade and suck the soul straight from your body. They are called yorks.”
“You can’t stop them?”
“No, we have never been able to.”
“But you are powerful, correct? You have the birds.” I glance back at the beautiful silver birds.
“Indeed, I am.”
“I need to get back home,” I tell him. “I can’t stay here.”
“Unless you can conjure a portal, Talia, you are staying, whether you want to or not.” He pushes his chair backward and stands. I feel his eyes still on me, but I’m trying to sort through my knowledge.Is there any way I can create a portal?I mean, I’ve never really tried.Is it hard? How hard can it be?I hear his footsteps as he leaves, and when I turn back, Levy is smiling across the table from me.
“What?”
“Nice way to annoy our king.”
“Yourking,” I say.
“No,ourking. You are inour world, and if you choose to be disobedient, I will throw you to the yorks myself.” She pushes her chair back and exits the same way Maxilliam left.
ChapterFive
TATIANA
Hands.
Hands that I dream about touch my body and move me, so I am lying on my back as he hovers over me. His hands skim and caress my stomach before his lips touch me there. I’ve had sex before John, but nothing compares to him and who he is. John is everything to me, just as my sisters are. I’m not sure how it happened, but it did, and I don’t regret it.
He makes every inch of me come alive. As if he was born to make me feel this way only for him.
He tells me he was.
That it’s his job to be that for me, that he was made to love me.
I admit I fought it at first—it was not the time to fall in love. It was anything but. But he just kept showing up, and soon that led to a kiss, followed by his hands, followed by…
