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September 18 - October 5, 2024
An alien thought rose in her mind: all she had ever done was try to get back to him.
What the fuck?
And yet, there was that magnetic pull in her bones, the call and response whenever the world around her lilted off its axis.
She has to be something more than human
“You’ve got your own shit to work out, but after what she said, she doesn’t get to pretend she cares.”
Good friend.
And then, just faintly, from over her shoulder: “You called.”
“Shut up”
“We are of the same place,” it told her. “I tasted it in your blood. Why would you, of all people, doubt a kelpie’s existence?”
WHAT
“I dare say the King would not be pleased.
Wtf is happening
To her left, just beyond her vision, walked a companion—no, much more than a companion. She knew the person walking with her through that meadow would follow her into the depths of hell if she asked. Hesitating, she turned to look at them.
Has to be train guy…
But the arms were tight and strong and she was not alone. A voice like heather on the hills and dusk over the lake spoke to her, over and over again in her ear. Like a chant. A ritual. A prayer, maybe. It stopped the pain. “Outlive me. Please outlive me. I love you too much.” She strained, trying to see the face of the person whom she knew she loved, to take it in one last time. But then her vision slipped away and there was only a curl of black smoke and the smell of things long dead.
Honestly.. that is tragic and beautiful and makes my heart ache a bit
Her father had told her she was probably missing someone from a past life.
pickle. Maybe I could see what you think
and catch up a little?” She resisted the urge to bite the inside of her cheek while she awaited his response, every muscle in her body tense. “Of course,” David replied easily, waving her deeper into the building with one hand. “Why don’t you come into my office and sit down? We can have a cuppa, if you’d like.”
Raegan from Over the Hill.
This is cute
Raegan thought of the kelpie and its river-green skin and its self-importance, and wondered why her very first call had summoned not just any kelpie, but an important one. A warrior, a source of wisdom, one that could feel Fate’s tendrils down its back. A being that could look at Raegan and say, definitively, clearly, without a shred of doubt in its lucid black eyes, that she was Gods-touched.
I mean.. all of this is giving blessed lol
“Am I losing my mind?”
If she is.. I’m okay with this trip to wonderland.. or whatever it’s equivalence
“Arawn,” she muttered, narrowing her eyes.
It rang a bell.
the king of the Otherworld was called Arawn. The King.
Raegan closed her eyes, and exhaustion began to weave its way into her mind, quieting the thoughts and pulling her gently into a softer, darker world. As she drifted into sleep, she could’ve sworn that for a moment, she felt the weight of a muscular arm on her waist and the smell of woodsmoke in her nose, though it was gone the moment she focused on it, sleep tugging at her again.
her heart stopped and she felt sure that she knew him, that she had been looking for him for so very long.
The man was so close now, and she took him in with a greedy gaze, savoring his well-cut suit, his broad shoulders, the dark hair swept away from his forehead, the brows that knit together as he searched her face. Raegan glanced down, embarrassed at her fervor, and noticed his hands were shaking.
ground beneath his feet. When he was out of sight, Raegan found herself choking down a harsh sob. For no reason at all,
Grief unhinged its jaws and threatened to devour her whole.
She sat in the darkness trying to regulate her breath, trying to grasp the dream—a café, a man, someone she knew, someone she had always known, someone she needed to find.
I think this book is going to crush me
Though she was grateful to Henry, she was still angry—angry that anything would dare distract her from the path she was walking. Most of all, Raegan was angry that Rainer—her Virgil, essentially—had to be a goddamn murderer.
Something I equally forgot lol
“And I’m telling you to stop murdering innocent people and making it so goddamn obvious!” she shouted. “Why don’t you kill a bad person? There’s so many fucking bad people in this city. But you’re killing vulnerable folks, people who haven’t hurt anyone, and then you’re leaving the bodies behind like a fucking amateur?” Rainer tilted its head down, like a warhorse about to charge, and then it held Raegan’s gaze. She narrowed her eyes at the kelpie, crossing her arms. They stayed like that for a few moments, neither moving, Raegan barely breathing, the only sound the echo of the water cascading
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The fact that this bitch is literally berating a magical beast that could kill her in a second and getting away with it is so fucking funny
“I will stop feasting in your city. For now. As long as you walk your silly little line. Which will not be long, and I am only bound for as long as you breathe.”
I fucking felt this coming. How many lives has she lived… I feel like she has lived many and keeps dying.
“It would do you well, Raegan from Over the Hill,” Rainer said, “to be wiser in this dangerous world. It is dark and terrible. You know little of it and even less of yourself.”
“Where else? To the King, of course.”
I’m so overwhelmed by this story it’s making me ANXIOUS!
Chapter Fifteen
Im acytaully scared to read what comes next
Scrambling up the steps, Raegan felt a thrill run through her when she realized the shining black door with its ornate silver finishings had not yet fully closed. Before she could think about it, before she could do anything but allow the oldest and deepest ache in her chest to pull her forward, Raegan pushed through the door and collapsed into whatever waited beyond
The voice came from the center of the shadows. The sound of it was like rain on wet stone, or heather on the hills, or dusk over the lake. The voice was low and deep and regal, and god, for some reason, she thought it sounded like home.
For a moment, Raegan thought his full lips might part and he would utter something like, “Welcome home, I have been waiting for you. I have always been waiting for you. Like the heather returns to the hills every year, so I have hoped you would return to me.”
There was a haunted sort of longing in his gaze, as if he desperately wanted something he knew he could not have.
It seemed too improbable: that she had always been looking for him and now, finally, here he was.
but she was admittedly more focused on how the arch of the King’s brow sent warmth to her core. For an instant, she would’ve sworn beyond all reason that she’d seen him arch that brow a million times before.
Okay. I’m ready to find out how or what has happened to her to make her forget him
Granted, it was cocooned around her in just the way she liked, so it was impossible that someone else could have done it.
Seems to be a reoccurring issue for you sister
but he belongs to no one.
waited, biting her tongue. “It’s not a good idea.” Maelona’s voice was as heavy and suffocating as damp leaves. “It’s safer for you to know less. I’d rather focus on preparing you to leave.”
She literally is an investigative journalist.. that ain’t gonna fly with her. Information is literally her water!
Raegan could not stop to think about the risks. She held the phone to her ear with her shoulder as she darted toward the entryway to pull her boots back on. She noticed for a fleeting moment that they were tucked neatly against the wall, toes pressed into the baseboard, laces stowed in the shaft—so unlike the way she normally kicked them off in any random direction. But then Maelona was saying her name, asking if the coffee shop would work as a meeting place, so she just shoved her feet into her shoes without further investigation.
He def brought her home
Did her dad keep wiping her memory? Is she actually a gazillion years old? Like the King and that’s how they know each other…
I really don’t feel like her motives are altruistic…
“Raegan,” Maelona continued, voice as flat and cold as a frozen lake. “Run.”
Who is it?? What the fuck.. I thought the cafe was safe!
“The prodigal child returns.”
Raegan was not a thing or a whelp or a jewel to be snatched. Above all, she knew with a strange and absolute certainty that this man Bedwyr had dared to lay his hands on her before, and she would burn herself to ash before he did it again.
Female rage
She noticed his impeccably tailored black suit for a heartbeat before she caught the expression on his face: eyes wide as he searched the wreckage, long-legged strides quick and urgent. For a brief moment, the King seemed to be cloaked in panic instead of deadly authority.
“Oh, it’s we now, is it?” Raegan demanded, not quite capable of stopping herself. The King’s eyes tracked to her, and one side of his mouth curved up for a split second. “Do you want to leave this place alive or not?” he asked, voice low and cool.
I really Really Really love her. She is so Spicy!!
“Temporary allyship works for me,” Raegan conceded with a shrug, reaching out to take his hand. The moment their skin touched, she stiffened and nearly blacked out; it was as if a tidal wave of every human emotion slammed into her all at once. The King made a low sound of frustration and released her hand, hooking his arm through hers instead. The fabric of his suit jacket and her sweater dulled the tidal wave considerably, and Raegan straightened.
“Come,” the King commanded, turning toward what was most certainly not an exit, but for once in her life, Raegan hardly felt she was in a place to question anything. Besides, to her chagrin, she was more focused on how deep and velvet-cloaked the King’s voice became when he issued a command. Raegan began to imagine him uttering the same word under very different circumstances, but then he yanked her roughly over a pile of obliterated furniture.
Somewhere through the nausea and the bone-deep exhaustion, she realized the King was holding her hair back, the tips of his fingers brushing the nape of her neck. The sensation sent a jolt of longing through her that she didn’t understand.
