Rowena's Revenge (Broadus Supernatural Society) Read Online Free PDF

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into view before us. I can see from the corner of my eyes as a grin picks up
the corner of his mouth again, and I can’t help but match it. A sense of safety
and love falls over me as he takes a step down, turning and calling for me
silently with a nod of his head.
    “My name is Shamus,” he says as his voice seems to flow back
on the breeze, wrapping around me and hugging me tight, silently telling me
that I am safe and wanted. I’ve never really felt that way, and I shake it off,
not knowing how to take it. I see him peer at me over his shoulder and I turn
my eyes to the grass, guilt and shame filling my veins for a second before my
defensive and angry self takes over again.
    “And what the hell do you have to do with me?” I stop,
letting him get ahead of me before he turns to face me once more, that damn
grin still on his lips. What the hell is so funny? I think, and he
laughs out loud at me, spiking my anger and turning the cool blue flame within
to the familiar hot orange; my skin is tingling and the hair is standing up
because of the spike.
    I can see the glow start to emanate from my arms and feet,
the grass around me smoking from the ember heat. I just know the way my eyes
look right now, the flames edging out and around them, framing my face as my
hair does in the breeze. It’s frightening sometimes, even to me.
    “You need to learn to control your anger, Rowena,” he
chides, raising his eyebrow at me and my flames extinguish immediately, even as
I try to re-stoke them. They flicker, but something more powerful fights
against it, and as I strain and struggle, I let out a frustrated grunt and look
this Shamus in the eye, crossing my arms over my chest.
    “You know who I am,” he says, turning and continuing on his
path, leaving me behind.
    Well don’t ya think if I did, I wouldn’t have asked? I think to myself, throwing my hands up in the air out of aggravation as he
keeps walking. I take the second and look around me, taking in the serene
landscape once more.
    The mountains are all around me with a group of grey clouds
gathered at the tops of the peaks to the north, signaling a thunderstorm is
coming. The horses are still chasing each other, running through a herd of wild
sheep and scattering the group. Up above me a hawk circles, calling out in a
high pitched shrill, announcing to all the beings around that he is watching.
    “Better hurry up, Lass. Don’t want to be out here when the
rain comes.” I turn my stare back to Shamus, and see that he is much farther in
front of me than I would have guessed. Do I go with him, or do I try and
find my way back?
    “There is no going back, Lass. You’re dreaming. You can only
wake up when we want you to wake up,” he laughs, waving for me to follow him
and turning back to his path.
    “Well, hell,” I mutter under my breath and grab at the skirt
of my dress, picking it free from my feet so I can run somewhat normally
without fear of tripping and falling on my face.
    I head in his direction at a slow pace, but as I seem to get
closer I see him look over his shoulder, smile, and take off running, leaving
me in the dust. So I pick up speed, letting my leopard out just a little to
take advantage of her speed. I can hear his laugh on the wind—that bastard—and
I let my anger fuel my drive, my flames sparking to life again and giving me a
burst of speed. I can feel the heat creeping over my arms as I start to catch
up, Shamus leading me around a high hill and into a valley. Horses sweep down
off of the hill and join us, a spirited young Filly running to my left hand
side as a beautiful black Mustang takes up the right.
    My flames start to burn slight holes through the white sundress
I’m in as I follow Shamus into yet another valley, noticing a large carved out
doorway in front of us. Shamus disappears into the stone, and the horses split
off, continuing their run up and around the door as I surge full speed ahead,
not really thinking about what I might