Amethyst Tears (YA Paranormal Romance) (Luminescence Trilogy) by J.L. Weil Read Free Book Online

that every bone in my body was telling me it wasn’t. The hairs on my neck stood out and the feeling of going under was different. I felt myself being pulled. This wasn’t Lukas’s doing. It wasn’t Gavin’s either.
    It was her.
    Morgana.
    Sure as shit , when I peeled my eyes open there she stood. Beautiful. Prevailing. Intimidating.
    What did she want with me? What could the most powerful witch want with me ?
    I t just didn’t make any sense. How had I gone from quiet, plain, boring Brianna, to a witch who dreams of dead witches?
    Well , maybe this time I could get some answers instead of fighting for my life. I really wasn’t up for going round two with Morgana Le Fey. She would have to show up when was I feeling like I’d be kicked in the gut and defeated. If I called Gavin in my dream, would he even come?
    Her timing was no doubt deliberate.
    Staring into her vibrant shade of violets was like looking into a mirror. It freaked me the heck out. Tearing my eyes from hers I looked around. The only words that came to mind were enchanted forest. Beams of colored fireflies zoomed in air that smelled like fresh cut grass and full bloomed roses. Exotic and tempting – sort of like Morgana. The trees were filled with glamour glowing fruits. Moss carpeted the ground, climbing up the trunks of trees. Any minute I expected to turn around and see a unicorn.
    I felt like Snow White and Morgana was the evil queen trying to tempt me with her wily ways.
    Standing there like a statue, I waited.
    Dressed like a Grecian goddess, her flowing raven gown draped to the mossy bed. Nails the color of death twirled a flower as red as her cherry lips. Locks of dark red hair pooled over her exposed shoulders.
    Paralyzed , I didn’t know if I should run or attempt to cast a spell. My spells usually worked best if I was mad and right now with my heart so dejected I couldn’t muster up any anger. Not even toward the woman who had tried to kill me.
    I should have been shitting bricks right now. There wasn’t enough emotion left in me to feel anything but numbness. I was punishing myself for being such an imbecile and handl ing the Lukas situation poorly.
    When she finally spoke , her voice rang with authority. She expected to be heard and not taken lightly, as if anyone would disregard her. “Looks like there is trouble in paradise.”
    I flinched.
    “I’m not here to hurt you. Come,” she waved her hand, expecting me fall in step with her.
    Like I had a choice. Robotically I moved my feet one in front of the other. Together our legs kept perfect time.
    Weird.
    “Where are we going?” I feebly asked. Maybe this time she might actually tell me what the hell was going on instead of leading me blind.
    “Nowhere in particular. Just to talk. ” She angled her head towards me, scrutinizing me. “I thought it was past time I got to know my…let me see. I think if I am right, it is great-great-great-great granddaughter.” She ticked off each great on her hand.
    Huh ?
    I tripped over my own feet as I felt the mossy ground fall out from under me. Holy Crapola.
    Well this just took a turn in a direction that I was entirely unprepared for. Her granddaughter ? How the hell was I supposed to feel about that? It didn’t seem real or plausible.
    She had to be lying. It was impossible. Not me.
    I’m just a small town girl.
    A small town girl with extraordinary abilities, whispered a voice in my head. I ignored that pesky voice.
    One of her lips curved. “I can see that I have shocked you. Are you really that surprised to be my only living descendant?”
    Only living? At least that would explain why she was stalking my dreams as of late. I wasn’t buying it just yet. “D–did you say only living?”
    Her cherry lips turned into a seductive grin. “The one and only dearie.” She was the kind of woman who thrived on drama and being the center of attention – the polar opposite of me.
    How in tarnation can we be related, and why should I trust