The Goddess Redemption #2 - Spellbound (a Paranormal Romance) Read Online Free PDF

wasn’t afraid. She felt alive.
    “ Sara? Sara!” she heard a voice call out the strange name and the vision left, clearing like early morning fog in sunlight. Her head felt light and she gripped the table to steady herself. She felt hands close around her shoulders and lead her away from the table.
    “She hit her head and passed out ,” she heard the man say, and the sound was right, but the words were wrong.
    “A goddess does not lose consciousness ,” she said and tried to move back to the table. The arms wrapped around her were stronger than the point she was trying to make and she found herself being lowered into a soft cushioned chair. I’m not supposed to be here , she thought, closing her eyes, trying to return to the hunt. But it was gone; the happiness, the love, the excitement, all of it, gone.
    “Sara? Can you hear me?” she heard her sister ask, and a sudden pang of guilt hit her in the stomach. Meg was afraid, she could tell by the tremor in her voice.
    “I’m fine, just hit my head, really,” Sara said and reached out to grab her sister’s arm to reassure her. Sara looked around for Victor, but he wasn’t there. “Where’s...” Sara started to ask.
    “Fetching water from the well ,” Meg looked at her strangely before asking, “Sara, where did you go?” Sara wished she knew.
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    Victor lowered the bucket until he heard the familiar splash as it hit the water below. He hoisted the rope, coiling it around the shaft as he brought the full bucket up from the black pit. The water was clear as he poured it into the glass jug Meg had given him. He was glad to be outside. Inside was a fog of displaced memories and visions that threatened to consume him. Somehow, he was tied to that woman. He didn’t know how or why, but the bond didn’t seem any less real to him without the reasons and cause. What had happened exactly, he couldn’t say for sure. He had been with her, hunting the creatures. Yet there was more than that; it was how he had felt in the forest with her with the snow falling all around. He had felt complete. Whole.
    As soon as the vision had ended, he had barely kept on his own two feet. Meg hadn’t even noticed the effect it had had on him; she had been so caught up in worry over Sara. The damn witch has cast a spell on me , he thought angrily, but he wasn’t so sure he believed it. Still, he knew he wanted to talk with her, now more than ever.
    When he brought the jug back , Sara was trying to stand. The look on Meg’s face said she hadn’t been very successful so far, but he could see the determination in her eyes. He wondered if she knew they had shared the vision. The look she gave him was full of daggers as if somehow all of it was his fault. Yes, she knows .
    Meg took the jar from him and left the room through the open doorway. As soon as she was gone, he took his opportunity.
    “It was snowing ,” he said.
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    Sara listened to the man in front of her and took a long hard look at him. His face was strong and his neck was thick leading down to hard muscles that lined his upper shoulders. His shirt was a faded green, fitted well across his chest and abdomen and tucked into worn pants, cinched tight at his waistline. He was very handsome with soft wavy brown hair and even softer brown eyes. He was definitely the man in her visions. Somehow, he was in her head. How else would he know what she saw? So, who is he?
    “What have you done to me?” he asked , as if somehow it was her fault.
    “Me?” she couldn’t believe his nerve. “I have no part in this.”
    “You’re a witch, aren’t you? It has to be some kind of spell,” he accused. She was growing more impatient by the minute.
    “I don’t have time for your accusations and I certainly don’t need to waste what time I do have arguing with an insane werewolf hunter with a magical ar....” her voice dropped off, but her mind finished the word.
    “It’s the arrow,” he said and she watched him retrieve it