Sapphires and Desires (The Gem Fairy Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

has he really done to me? What if he’s just a guy that stumbled upon me and is helping me? Can I kill a man, not sure if he’s innocent or not? No, I can’t. Thanks, conscience.
    “If I follow you into the cave so you can show me whatever the heck it is that you want to show me, will you help me get home?” I ask him.
    “Of course I will, you have my word.”
    I gesture to the cave opening, “After you then”.
    His lips turn up into a brilliant smile and he walks into the cave.
    “You don’t happen to have a flashlight do you?” I ask him with doubt, I’m still not a fan of walking into a dark cave alone with this guy, or anywhere dark in general.
    “You bet I do, it’s in one of my pockets here, one sec.” He says.
    I suddenly collide with something hard. I’m sure it’s Damon’s back.
    My assumption is proved correct when he says, “Jeeze, watch where you’re walking.”
    “Well why the hell did you stop walking?” I demand annoyed.
    “Because you asked if I had a flashlight, I’m trying to find it obviously.” A moment of silence... “Here it is.” Suddenly a small ray of light lights up a small path in front of us.
    “You’re so annoying,” I tell him furiously.
    “You’re the one running into me and firing guns at me. If that’s not annoying, then what is?”
    I ignore him and change the subject. “So why do you have that huge blue necklace? Is it real? Did you like steal it or something?” I wonder out loud, making conversation so I don’t have too steep in my own thoughts.
    He hesitates. “No, it was my wife’s. It’s my good luck charm.”
    “You’re a little young to be married aren’t you?” I say and regret it as soon as it comes out. How rude can I be?
    He laughs and I’m instantly glad that I didn’t upset him.
    “I’m older than you think I am darling.”
    “You look like you’re maybe 25. I’d say 25 at the oldest, actually.”
    He doesn’t reply.
    “Am I right?” I push, anything to keep this whole messed up situation from my thoughts.
    “No, I’m older than that.” He says in a tone that ends my wonder. It’s almost as if he’s annoyed at me but is he not the one annoying me?
    We soon pass the bed I’d woke up on earlier and I notice that it is in fact a hospital bed. What the hell?
    “So you say that ‘it was your wife’s’ what happened?” I ask, again steering away from my own thoughts.
    I hear him sigh. “She died a long time ago.”
    It couldn’t have been that long ago. Unless he was one of those people you see on those posters in places that sell tobacco or lottery tickets and show pictures of people who look nothing like their age to justify why they have to ask for everyone’s ID even if you’re like old.
    “I’m sorry to hear that. I lost both of my parents in a car accident when I was very young.”
    “I also lost my parents at a very young age,” he tells me but it doesn’t seem to bother him.
    “You must have bad luck,” I guess.
    “You have no idea,” he laughs without humor.
    The rest of the walk we are quiet. The only sound is of our footstep on the stone floor of the cave. It isn’t a long walk. Maybe half a mile.
    Soon I can hear the sound of water running as if there’s a river inside the cave.
    “We’re almost there,” he murmurs and I can barely understand him through his mumble and accent.
    “I don’t see anything.”
    “What do you hear?” He asks as though I’m dumb.
    “Water.”
    “Follow me. I said almost, not that we were at the end of our walk.”
    After about a hundred more steps light begins to fill the cave and the sound of running water gets louder. The cave opens up and a pool of water sits on its floor. Natural springs send water hurling from the cave walls and into the small body of water.
    “Holy crap,” I muse.
    “Pretty isn’t it?”
    “Very,” I reply caught up in the perfection of what sits in front of me. Who knew this was in Philly? “How come I’ve never heard of