Rising Moon (The Rune Stone Trilogy)

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that looked just how she wanted it, she grabbed a bunch of gerbera daisies. " You want me to trail some of these down the cake? " El asked her.
                  " Um, yes. That’s what I was thinking too. " It was simple, but elegant and perfect. Aylin knew that had been exactly what she had imagined to sit on top of the four tiered cake.
                  After all the flowers were delivered Aylin and El walked home together. " Do you think she’ll come? " El asked Aylin as they walked up the front steps.
                  " I hope so. She seemed better last time. Maybe having her brother around strengthens her. "
                  " I need to see this brother of hers. He sounds hot. " El dropped her purse and shrug on the living room chair. " There’s a message. " She pointed to the blinking light on the answering machine.
                  Aylin hit play. " Hi Aylin, this is Terra. I would like to take you up on your offer. I hope it’s not to o late. I can come by tonight if that works for you. " Aylin smiled at El.
     
                  " I think it’s a really bad idea to go alone. I should come with you. I mean, what if she’s some crazy nut? " Blake asked, leaning against the kitchen counter. " She just sounded so dramatic with wanting to ‘answer everything you’ve ever questioned about yourself’," Blake said mocking Aylin.
                  " Charming, Blake. " Terra rolled her eyes. " I can’t explain it to you why she… unsettles me. But it’s not because I think she’s some psycho. " Terra sighed.
                  Suddenly Blake was in front of her, grabbing her by the shoulders. " Try Terra. Tell me what’s going on. Why are you choosing a complete stranger over me? I’m your brother Terra. You can tell me anything. " He pleaded.
                  She shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. " I can’t, Blake. I want to, but I don’t think I can put it into words. Maybe after I talk to her I can explain myself. But I should go alone. " Terra grabbed her purse and when he followed her to the door she put a hand out to stop him. " I know I’m hurting you right now, " she said quietly. " That’s tearing me apart, but I need this. Please Blake. " He finally gave her a slow nod and she left him standing at the back door, watching her go.
     

 
     
    CHAPTER SEVEN
     
                  Terra approached the house from the sidewalk, finding the cottage style home at the bend of the road. Lining the fence around Aylin’s front yard were large thorn rose bushes. " Hello Terra. " Aylin smiled at her. She was sitting on her front step, holding a glass of lemonade. Her legs were stretched out in front of her allowing her white eyelet sundress to ripple in the breeze. She wore flat sandals and her ankles were crossed on the bottom step. Her shiny black hair was draped in tumbling waves down her back.              
                  Even though everything about her was welcoming there was something off and Terra couldn’t put her finger on it. The moment she had first seen Aylin, that first day in the bookstore, she knew Aylin was different. At first it had been terrifying, looking up from her spot on the floor stocking the shelves up to her when she seemed to glimmer, lighting the shelves and books around her. It had been a shifting silver glow around her, and when their eyes met it sent waves toward Terra. The sight was mesmerizing and frightening, especially when she realized no one else in the store seemed to notice it.
                  Here Aylin sat in the evening light, with the sun beating down on her, and the same glow was barely visible. The sunlight masked it, but didn’t completely hide it. It pulsed around her, as if it were as alive as she. " Come on in. " Aylin was still smiling at her, even though she had stopped at the gate.
                 

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