Emanate: Insight Series ((Insight) Web of Hearts and Souls) Read Online Free PDF

like my dad. And now we had Justus, a fallen member of the generation that bore us.
    I was hoping that someone had talked to him after they brought him here. That he knew his girl, Adonia, was long gone, or at the very least in a suspended animation somewhere due to some magic.
    I edged the door open . He was lying across the queen bed; his shirt was off, revealing every single chiseled muscle in his lean body. His dark blond curls were just long enough to reach his eyes, which were closed. This boy—or man, rather—was near Godly. Clearly born and bred in the bliss of Chara.
    I tried to catch an emotion from him, but I couldn’t feel one, it seemed my time out from this curse was still in place for the most part. He seemed still, calm; nothing like the wrath I’d felt the other night.
    I edged closer as I took him in. There were scars on his body. Nothing horrifying , but you could see that he had been in a fight or two in his life. One curved from the center of his chest to his ribcage. There was another that was just above his eye. It was small, but it seemed to carry a story of its own. This boy had fought hard when he was alive, no doubt there. Oddly, deep down that enraged me. Some silent voice in the core of my soul wanted revenge.
    When my father first told me about Justus , I was pretty deep into the shock factor that I was from another dimension, but I remembered the story. I knew he lost his love, who was Alamos’ daughter, that he was murdered either just before or after that.
    I sat the coffee cup down on the bedside table. When I set the plate down, his hand shot from his side and gripped my arm with nothing less than fierce dominance. I glanced to where our skin was touching as a stab of familiarity shocked that same deep place in my soul. I felt oddly connected to him, but I coldheartedly shrugged him away.
    I knew I could fling him across the room with a mere thought, but I figured he’d had a bad enough few days.
    My eyes met his in that instant, eyes that were a deep gray with shards of green and blue spiraling out from the centers. I don’t think I had ever seen that color so defined in another soul. His dark stare pinned me where I stood.
    I was almost sure I could sense disbelief coming from him. Relief. But it was too faint for me to know for sure.
    “You.”
    “Willow.”
    He moved his head from side to side on his pillow. “That’s not your name.” His voice was deep and husky, fortified with what some might call malice.
    “Look , buddy, you had a rough awakening. You’re confused.”
    “Am I ?” he said as he let go of my arm. He held my gaze as he rose from his bed, letting his legs move to the side. He was massive. Tall and powerful, like Landen and his family. His stoic stance led me to believe that he had spent more time on the dark side of traveling than the blissful side. Warrior. That word kept flashing into my mind.
    “Being dead kinda jacks up your senses, or so I would assume.”
    He seemed to wei gh his words before he spoke them. It was as if he thought I was a wounded animal that he had to find his pace with. “You’re Jason’s daughter. The one he swore he would never conceive. You were born on November nineteenth.” He furrowed his brow. “I’m betting nineteen years ago, in the dimension of Infante.”
    Normally , a statement like that would have sent shock, fear, or confusion through me, but not anymore. I grinned sheepishly, loving this new chapter of my life. It was like watching a silent movie. Granted, it was harder to size up people, but still…I liked this.
    “I know you were —or are—friends with my dad. And I am very aware that my birth was predicted.”
    “Friends ,” he said, almost to himself. “Nothing your father and I ever did together would be called friendly.”
    I raised one brow. There was one line you didn’t cross with me , and that was my family. “Watch your words, dead man. My father thinks kindly of you. Of course, I have never