The Unmaking (The Rayne Whitmore Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

house is like this,
even the bedroom furniture is like being transported to a different place. She
has throw blankets and pillows on the bed coordinated to match the walls, a
nightstand design that is connected to the bed frame and a comfortable chaise
lounge on the other side of the room.
                The thing that really
melts my heart is the picture Jasmine painted for her a month ago of two women,
backs turned, holding hands, and facing a body of water. For her to have placed
it in her bedroom where she’d see it every day makes me happy. Jasmine has
talent and I know Selene really loves it.
                The one place that is not
filled with the bold splashes of color and décor is her kitchen. That place is
Selene’s sanctuary and it seems as if she wants to keep that area as untainted
as possible. It always remains pristine with the stainless steel appliances
sparkling, her spices and herbs are always neatly labeled and organized, and
her dishes are always immediately washed, dried, and put away. She has a
dishwasher, but I’ve never seen her use it once. I also know that even though
Selene may not be as rich as I am, she has to have some type of trust fund or
something because none of the things in her house come cheap, I would know. 
Even this quiet suburban area is fairly pricey. Her home always smells warm and
inviting too. Earthy scents usually fill the air and today, I smell patchouli. 
                Selene is dressed in a
Brazilian track jacket in support of her home country and some loose fitting
jeans. She still makes nice and casual look model-like. Her long silky black
and blonde ombre hair is braided all the way back into a ponytail, and she has
a flower in her hair that matches the jacket. From the looks of it, it seems
like she just came home from a walk rather than the shower that she teased me
about earlier.
                In the back of Selene’s
home is a small wooded area and she says that she loves to walk around and
enjoy the nature. That’s why she chose this area to live in. She once said to
me me that the land around here is respected, whatever that meant. Selene’s
different in that way, kept plants, whispered to animals as if they were human,
and only used as many organic items as possible. She’d said that there was a
price for defiling nature and that if we listened close enough, we could hear
the plants weep at how we treat the earth. That’s my Selene.
                As I plop on the couch and
take off my shoes, Selene goes into the kitchen and brings me back some herbal
tea and a sandwich. She had told me once before that the tea would help calm my
energy and restore my muscles. I don’t argue with her because I enjoy the taste
of vanilla and honey. I thank her and once she’s satisfied, she sits down next
to me and runs her fingers through my hair. It’s probably still slightly wet
from my shower earlier. It feels good to have her touch me and I relax even
more as she whispers something inaudible.
                “Better now, beautiful?”
she asks in her sweet song of a voice.
                “Better,” I say, meaning
it completely. I am so much better that I don’t even want to talk about what I
had seen and risk the chance that I would not feel how I’m feeling at this moment
again.
                “So,” she begins, still
playing in my hair. She loved to do that. “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong
or are we going to pretend that nothing has happened and watch a movie or
something?”
                Geeze, when she put it
like that, it seemed as if I was a coward running away from my problems. Ok,
maybe I could be a coward for a few more minutes. No, I know she’s right to
word it how she did. The sooner I got it out in the open and worked out in my
head, the better off I’d be. She already knows me too well, it’s kind of
creepy. “We can talk about it, but you have to