Rayne offered a small smile.
“Yeah, that would be me. How much do you know about the people around Clamora?”
“Lots. I could tell you about anyone. Why?” She tilted her head when she asked, but a light seemed to turn on and she said, “Oh! You want to know about someone, huh?”
“Sebastian.” I smiled sheepishly when I said his name and looked down to conceal the blush that spread over my cheeks.
“He has been here ever since I can remember. I suppose even before then too. But I can’t really say for sure. Anyway, his mom was Cherokee, and his dad was a mix of Italian, English, and French. Story has it that his mom and dad met when it was forbidden for the white man to be with an Indian. I think his mom’s name was Little Tiger or something like that, and his dad’s name was Charles. So Little Tiger’s tribe accepted Charles with open arms, and they married after a few months. Soon they found out she was pregnant. Charles wanted to take them back to the United Kingdom after she gave birth, but she refused. When the time came and she did give birth, she passed from an illness or loss of blood. Anyway, Charles took Sebastian back to the UK and they lived there for a while.
“But Clamora told my mom that the Cherokee gods cursed his father with a fate worse than death and that since Sebastian carried his blood, he would be cursed too. So as Sebastian grew, so did the curse, and in time he fell for a girl who was sick all the time. He said he loved her more than anything, and he tried to find a healer, but the healer couldn’t fix her. His heart broke into pieces, but after a time it healed, and Clamora took him in and told him that the girl would eventually come back to him. He just had to believe it. And he does. He seems to think she came back sooner than he had thought, and he is all lovestruck by her and stuff. But I haven’t seen her yet, so he must not have brought her around when I’ve been out and about here.” Rayne shrugged and put her feet up on the small table. She wriggled her toes and watched as glittery polish twinkled in the setting sun’s rays.
I couldn’t say anything else about Sebastian, so we talked about other girl stuff for a while, and the pain in my heart subsided to an ache. When the sun finally set, Rayne said that she had to go. A stifling yawn took me by surprise, and I went upstairs to my room. I stripped off my clothes, threw on a pair of running shorts and a clean tank top, and crawled into bed.
Chapter 4
After three hours of restless sleep, I woke up at one in the morning. Sighing, I rolled over and tried to relax enough so my eyes could close again for a few more hours, but my heart hurt—I thought I could hear the sound of pieces breaking off. I kicked the blankets off and decided to get some tea. The trip to the kitchen was difficult to navigate, but I found it after taking a few wrong turns. Digging through multiple cabinets, I found a teacup, teapot, and green tea leaves. With the pot on the stove, I turned to stare into the darkness of Clamora’s house. Shapes started to appear in the darkness, and the harder I stared at them the more difficult they became to see. A sharp whistle made me jump. The water was ready. I cleaned the pot out and put it back in the cupboard, grabbed my cup of tea, and made my way back to the dark recesses of my room.
The green tea filled my nose with a soft minty smell. I took a small sip and leaned my head back on the wall with a big sigh. There was no reason for my heart to break over Sebastian. I barely knew the guy. His soul mate was back, and he loved her with an intense passion. Part of me wanted to believe that maybe I was his soul mate reincarnated, but that didn’t make sense. Yet there were moments where he would look at me as if I was someone special to him. At that moment, I decided I would not allow myself to open up to him unless he confirmed or denied that his soul mate was back, and tell me who exactly she
“Yeah, that would be me. How much do you know about the people around Clamora?”
“Lots. I could tell you about anyone. Why?” She tilted her head when she asked, but a light seemed to turn on and she said, “Oh! You want to know about someone, huh?”
“Sebastian.” I smiled sheepishly when I said his name and looked down to conceal the blush that spread over my cheeks.
“He has been here ever since I can remember. I suppose even before then too. But I can’t really say for sure. Anyway, his mom was Cherokee, and his dad was a mix of Italian, English, and French. Story has it that his mom and dad met when it was forbidden for the white man to be with an Indian. I think his mom’s name was Little Tiger or something like that, and his dad’s name was Charles. So Little Tiger’s tribe accepted Charles with open arms, and they married after a few months. Soon they found out she was pregnant. Charles wanted to take them back to the United Kingdom after she gave birth, but she refused. When the time came and she did give birth, she passed from an illness or loss of blood. Anyway, Charles took Sebastian back to the UK and they lived there for a while.
“But Clamora told my mom that the Cherokee gods cursed his father with a fate worse than death and that since Sebastian carried his blood, he would be cursed too. So as Sebastian grew, so did the curse, and in time he fell for a girl who was sick all the time. He said he loved her more than anything, and he tried to find a healer, but the healer couldn’t fix her. His heart broke into pieces, but after a time it healed, and Clamora took him in and told him that the girl would eventually come back to him. He just had to believe it. And he does. He seems to think she came back sooner than he had thought, and he is all lovestruck by her and stuff. But I haven’t seen her yet, so he must not have brought her around when I’ve been out and about here.” Rayne shrugged and put her feet up on the small table. She wriggled her toes and watched as glittery polish twinkled in the setting sun’s rays.
I couldn’t say anything else about Sebastian, so we talked about other girl stuff for a while, and the pain in my heart subsided to an ache. When the sun finally set, Rayne said that she had to go. A stifling yawn took me by surprise, and I went upstairs to my room. I stripped off my clothes, threw on a pair of running shorts and a clean tank top, and crawled into bed.
Chapter 4
After three hours of restless sleep, I woke up at one in the morning. Sighing, I rolled over and tried to relax enough so my eyes could close again for a few more hours, but my heart hurt—I thought I could hear the sound of pieces breaking off. I kicked the blankets off and decided to get some tea. The trip to the kitchen was difficult to navigate, but I found it after taking a few wrong turns. Digging through multiple cabinets, I found a teacup, teapot, and green tea leaves. With the pot on the stove, I turned to stare into the darkness of Clamora’s house. Shapes started to appear in the darkness, and the harder I stared at them the more difficult they became to see. A sharp whistle made me jump. The water was ready. I cleaned the pot out and put it back in the cupboard, grabbed my cup of tea, and made my way back to the dark recesses of my room.
The green tea filled my nose with a soft minty smell. I took a small sip and leaned my head back on the wall with a big sigh. There was no reason for my heart to break over Sebastian. I barely knew the guy. His soul mate was back, and he loved her with an intense passion. Part of me wanted to believe that maybe I was his soul mate reincarnated, but that didn’t make sense. Yet there were moments where he would look at me as if I was someone special to him. At that moment, I decided I would not allow myself to open up to him unless he confirmed or denied that his soul mate was back, and tell me who exactly she
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