said.
She sat down beside me, her gaze focused on me.
“ I can’t believe you’d think that your sole purpose, your sole reason for existence, was to be a weapon. I knew your parents; Qaysean and Sahara would never have put this burden on you. They loved you.”
“And you know this because they told you about me, Lilly? You know this because you saw firsthand the love they had for me?” I turned to face her, her blue eyes saddening. “They gave me up…”
“To hide you, to protect you.”
“To hide me from Marcus, to keep their weapon alive. They removed me from all Timeless knowledge, from you and Dex. They knew if you raised me, you’d teach me of all the Timeless history. You’d sway my decision. Gene and Alexis did exactly what my parents had planned. They kept me in the dark, and then dropped a bomb on me.”
Lilly’s eyes misted. “No,” she whispered. “No, that’s…”
“ You see, Lilly, they had to do it this way. I had to be kept in the dark or I wouldn’t have gone through with it. I would have thought my mother’s journals were senseless; because you would’ve swayed me in my childhood into thinking they were great and wonderful parents. They were great, great enough to think about the Timeless race, a way to save everyone, but with a great sacrifice—me.”
I sighed, realizing the full truth now. “Even Callon unwittingly played along with it—keeping me in the dark.”
Tears streamed down her cheeks. “No, Cheyenne, you’re the one who chose her own path. You made yourself the weapon, not us.”
She rose, but then paused, looking down upon me in pity.
“I never should’ve let you go. Dex and I should’ve stayed with you the moment we found you. We should’ve cared and nurtured you…part of the blame is on us, on me.”
The patter of her feet moved into the distance, just as I knew I had to. A single tear trickled down my cheek. No matter how I examined it, no matter how many times I’d thought how life would be if situations were different, it wouldn’t change a thing. Marrying Marcus was always my destiny—always.
Chapter 4
I stared at my hands, at the wounds I’d received after breaking Nakari’s bands. They were as blacked and crusted over as I wished my heart would become. I needed to harden myself once again; I needed to focus on finding a way to free us all. Lilly and the others weren’t going to understand. I just needed to keep things to myself, like that recent vision I’d just had. I’d been open and honest in Ireland, but could talk forever, and nothing was going to change until I showed them something.
I flexed my fingers and watched in amazement as a blue hue began to grow in my palms. Suddenly a burst of white light flew past my face; I fell back and shoved my hands into the dirt. What was happening to me?
*****
Days had passed since the visions and incident with my hands, since power had randomly blasted from my body…and I still hadn’t a clue on how or why either of them occurred.
And days had passed with still no sign of Callon. Colt had promised me he’d find him, had even offered to let me come. But I held off on accepting his offer until I could figure out what was happening to my powers. It’d be safer this way.
I set my toothbrush down and spat into the sink, rinsing the remaining toothpaste out. I looked in the mirror. I wasn’t the sweet innocent girl I saw in my reflection any more—she had gone away forever.
My fingers traced the dark circles under my eyes. I was tired but afraid to sleep. I didn’t want any more nightmares, reminding me of what might come. I sighed. Being here every day and seeing my family alive and well only brought me frustration because I knew they were in danger, even if they couldn’t see it. But what discouraged me more was that I still wasn’t sure how to take back the Consilador’s powers, and no one could help me.
I picked up the hairbrush from the
She sat down beside me, her gaze focused on me.
“ I can’t believe you’d think that your sole purpose, your sole reason for existence, was to be a weapon. I knew your parents; Qaysean and Sahara would never have put this burden on you. They loved you.”
“And you know this because they told you about me, Lilly? You know this because you saw firsthand the love they had for me?” I turned to face her, her blue eyes saddening. “They gave me up…”
“To hide you, to protect you.”
“To hide me from Marcus, to keep their weapon alive. They removed me from all Timeless knowledge, from you and Dex. They knew if you raised me, you’d teach me of all the Timeless history. You’d sway my decision. Gene and Alexis did exactly what my parents had planned. They kept me in the dark, and then dropped a bomb on me.”
Lilly’s eyes misted. “No,” she whispered. “No, that’s…”
“ You see, Lilly, they had to do it this way. I had to be kept in the dark or I wouldn’t have gone through with it. I would have thought my mother’s journals were senseless; because you would’ve swayed me in my childhood into thinking they were great and wonderful parents. They were great, great enough to think about the Timeless race, a way to save everyone, but with a great sacrifice—me.”
I sighed, realizing the full truth now. “Even Callon unwittingly played along with it—keeping me in the dark.”
Tears streamed down her cheeks. “No, Cheyenne, you’re the one who chose her own path. You made yourself the weapon, not us.”
She rose, but then paused, looking down upon me in pity.
“I never should’ve let you go. Dex and I should’ve stayed with you the moment we found you. We should’ve cared and nurtured you…part of the blame is on us, on me.”
The patter of her feet moved into the distance, just as I knew I had to. A single tear trickled down my cheek. No matter how I examined it, no matter how many times I’d thought how life would be if situations were different, it wouldn’t change a thing. Marrying Marcus was always my destiny—always.
Chapter 4
I stared at my hands, at the wounds I’d received after breaking Nakari’s bands. They were as blacked and crusted over as I wished my heart would become. I needed to harden myself once again; I needed to focus on finding a way to free us all. Lilly and the others weren’t going to understand. I just needed to keep things to myself, like that recent vision I’d just had. I’d been open and honest in Ireland, but could talk forever, and nothing was going to change until I showed them something.
I flexed my fingers and watched in amazement as a blue hue began to grow in my palms. Suddenly a burst of white light flew past my face; I fell back and shoved my hands into the dirt. What was happening to me?
*****
Days had passed since the visions and incident with my hands, since power had randomly blasted from my body…and I still hadn’t a clue on how or why either of them occurred.
And days had passed with still no sign of Callon. Colt had promised me he’d find him, had even offered to let me come. But I held off on accepting his offer until I could figure out what was happening to my powers. It’d be safer this way.
I set my toothbrush down and spat into the sink, rinsing the remaining toothpaste out. I looked in the mirror. I wasn’t the sweet innocent girl I saw in my reflection any more—she had gone away forever.
My fingers traced the dark circles under my eyes. I was tired but afraid to sleep. I didn’t want any more nightmares, reminding me of what might come. I sighed. Being here every day and seeing my family alive and well only brought me frustration because I knew they were in danger, even if they couldn’t see it. But what discouraged me more was that I still wasn’t sure how to take back the Consilador’s powers, and no one could help me.
I picked up the hairbrush from the
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