Page 102 of Soulmateless
I sob at the horrific sight. How did the fire get on him?
A familiar, sinister and feminine cackle alerts me to the door. My spine shudders as if knives grazed my back, my lungs constricting itself.
Vasilisa, in a black ball gown and her vicious smirk, leans against the door. Her eyes glow purple, highlighting her derangement. She rolls her neck and licks her lips.
How did she… How could she…
“Tell me, Ignatia …” she snickers. “Is it burning yet?”
I glance between her and Amias' burning body, my jaw unable to close as I put it together.
How could she?
“Clara!”
I snap back to Amias, as the tender but worried voice calls my name.
Amias?
I blink and suddenly my arms are forced above my head. My wrists are held in a strong grasp. With gentle hushes and a calming shining lake encased within familiar irises staring back, air floors back into my lungs.
“Just breathe…” Amias murmurs, his body intact, not even touched by flames. He’s moving and speaking instead of screaming in agony.
My breath quivers with relief as my pulse slows. What even was all of that?
“Yeah. You're doing a great job.” he whispers, soothing me amidst all of the confusion. “Just keep breathing.”
I do as he says, but focus on him. I couldn’t care less about my breath. I'm just relieved that his face is no longer burning and lifeless.
After about three more seconds of taking long breaths, I pull my arms from his grip, only to return to him but around his waist to embrace him. He stumbles into my arms but my grasp is too strong to let him fall anyway other than into my chest.
“Clara!” he yelps. It's comforting to my ears.
Any noise from Amias other than cries of agony is soothing at the moment.
I bury my face into his shoulder, letting the beautiful scent of amare flowers consume my sense of smell. I want to grin but only tears and sobs come out of me.
It all felt…so real…
“Clara?” Amias’ breath makes my neck tingle.
“What happened?”
Amid the confusion and the relief, the question makes me think. What was that? If it was all fake, and it definitely wasn't a memory, then that means…
It was a prophecy.
Godusa sent it to me.
I furrow my brows. Was that really a warning from her? What does that even mean?
“Honestly… I don't even know…” I pull away from the embrace and grasp his shoulders. I look back into his eyes as his eyes shift.
“Why did you panic?” Amias murmurs, leaning in a little closer.
“Yeah,” I turn behind me to Glaide towering over us. “You were grabbing him and everything.”
“I was just about to split you two up.” Erasmus whispers, standing on the other side of the table.
