Anastasia (The Bolton Series Book 1) by Heaven Lyanne Flores Read Free Book Online Page A

Those are the only two things being processed by my brain at the moment.
                  “I’m sorry Anastasia but we must leave.”
                  I nodded in response. I had nowhere else to go anyways. I grabbed my pack that Simon made for me before I walked back up the steps. We did not bother closing the door. There was nothing hidden in it anymore.
    My body stood shocked when I looked around my parent’s room. Clothes littered the floor as they had been thrown out of the dressers and closet, the bed was leaning up against the wall next to a broken flower vase. Water and dirt stained the carpet in the shape of footprints from when the thing was walking around. I couldn’t take it anymore and walked out of the room.
    Once out of my parent’s bedroom I could see what really took place while I was hidden away. The door to my bedroom was lying off its hinge’s revealing a disaster of a room. My clothes littered the floor, my bed was thrown about, and my books were spewed everywhere. There were fire marks on the walls.
    I walked in and picked up my spell book, glad that the person had not taken it. The other rooms were just as disastrous. Nothing was in the place I had last seen it. I clutched my book closer to my chest.
                  I quickly bypassed the living room as I didn’t want to see what happened and went out the front door. The peaceful morning air surprised me a little after the chaos from inside. I took big gulps trying to stop the images of what could have happened inside.
                  “I’ve saddled your horse for you.” Cabel pointed to the area where Mary was grazing all saddled up.
    “Thanks,” I replied as I walked to her. I was glad to see she was all right and not missing or lying dead somewhere. My hand ran along her side making sure she was free of any cuts. I looked around the clearing and noticed only Mary and what I assumed was Cabel’s horse. “Where are the others?”
    “She was the only one there. We really do have to get going.” Cabel was already on his horse and waited patiently for me to get on Mary. I placed my spell book into the pack. We then headed down the long beaten path my parents took when they left.
    The thought of my parents made my heart ache. I did not want to know if they were being tortured or worse dead. Why did they not just let the men take me? I would feel so much better knowing that they were safe even if that meant I would be gone.
    I decided to distract myself by concentrating on what would be waiting for me once I entered the village. I knew Kenelm lived there; after all, he came home with my parent’s after their trip. Maybe he would be there to greet me. He was the only person I know for sure I could trust. Cabel seemed like a nice person who would protect me but could I trust him? I was not sure that I really could.
    We rode until nightfall where we decided to camp for the night. When my dad said it was a day’s trip he was not kidding. Cabel said we were still a few hours away. I decided to look through my pack while he was out searching for firewood.
    Simon had packed me a few pairs of clothes, running shoes, hairbrush, toothbrush, a book, and at the very bottom a sleeping bag. I unraveled it and three cans of food found its way to the ground. Picking them up, I blew off the dirt and shoved them back into the pack. I put my sleeping bag next to Mary’s already sleeping body.
    Cabel then came back with an arm full of wood. After the fire started, he heated up some food from a can. I was not hungry, even though I had not eaten all day, but still accepted his offering. My mom always taught me to be polite over my own comfort. I just pushed the food around the tin can.
    “I am really sorry about everything that happened to you the past two days. I understand it can be a lot to take in.” He still spoke in that soft voice. I wondered if that was for my benefit or if that was how he regularly