Cienna's Amulet, A Christmas Romance (Raymara Barwil Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page B

can’t enter. I was badly injured in Spain, last year by a coven of pestriors, who stole my amulet, or soon as it’s called here, and my powers are now limited. During this attack they found out that you were living in England and it must have taken them all those months to figure out exactly where.”
     
    “You mean an amulet like my ring?” asked Cienna.
    “Yes, we all have soons that intensify our powers. Your ring contains an opal stone that can only help fire faeries. My soon was an emerald bracelet.”
     
    I wonder what Miguel’s amulet was...he never told me...
     
    Chapter 7
     
    Happy New Year, Damawyn. I miss you so much.
     
    Cienna rubbed her ring as she walked down on the hillside. She didn’t feel like joining in the celebrations in the castylly with the other faery folk who had been playing musical instruments and singing all evening. Her father was particularly gifted at playing the harp and as Midnight had drawn closer, he had played a particularly heart rending tune whilst singing a ballad that he had written about her mother and her beauty, whilst she had been pregnant with Cienna.
     
    It all became too much and she had fled the castylly, seeking solace in the night air. The faeries she had met over the past week were a happy and positive bunch. Most of them had known what they were from birth and were comfortable in their skins, but for her it was still a shock getting used to this new life with all the powers and secrecy it entailed.
     
    Her thoughts turned to Miguel. He would understand. He knew what it was like to think you were one thing, then to suddenly have your reality turned upside down.
     
    I miss you too. I only knew you for a few days, but I miss you, like I miss Damawyn. Even worse because I know you’re out there somewhere…do you miss me the same?
     
    She leaned against the nearest tree as she almost collapsed with the strength of her feelings.
     
    How could I just let you go like that? I was so caught up in father that I didn’t even say goodbye properly!
     
    Cienna heard footsteps approaching and quickly stood up. As she squinted into the darkness, she saw that it was Joseph and she smiled. He had done so much to make her feel welcome; she did not want him to see her sadness.
     
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    The New Moon shone over the forest as Miguel walked on. Trees were no obstacle as he went through them, the molecules of his body shrinking down into nothing as he passed through solid objects and reappearing as he reemerged. His mind was frantic and he could not focus on anything apart from the tightness in his chest. It had started since he left Cienna at Caer Sen Senana and grown worse every day he spent in Spain. He was missing her; his heart was breaking more with every hour that passed. He had never felt like this before.
     
    The other faeries would be feasting as they did whenever there was a New Moon, but this was the mid-January Moon, the first one of the new year and so it was an extra special night for their people. He could not join in with the feasting. He had no appetite and was only hungry for Cienna’s love.
     
    As he strode on, he remembered her face when he had first entered her. Her eyes had grown wide and he knew it had been her first time. With every stroke he made he had fallen into an abyss of love like he had never known before and when they had burst into ecstasy together that night, he had vowed to himself that he would make her his own forever.
     
    He was now going to fulfill that promise, if she would have him, no matter what the consequences with Joseph would be.
     
    The lights in the trees did not catch his attention at first. They were always displayed on special occasions when clusters of fire flies would gather in decorative displays for the faeries’ delight. Faeries found it highly amusing that humans would try to emulate this effect, using what they called fairy lights in their Christmas trees. Nothing was as beautiful as the real thing.
     
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