Lost Seraphine (The Seraphine Trilogy #2) by KaSonndra Leigh Read Free Book Online Page A

about seeing another Seraphine for the first time in six months.
    I strain to control the electricity running through me. I dampen the fabric, roll it into a ball and then rush back over to my friend’s side. She’s holding her chest and trying to smile at the same time.
    “Where’ve you been all this time?” I ask. All kinds of thoughts race through my head.
    “Trying to find a way back to you... and Lelo.” I stop cleaning her body after hearing those words. I don’t like the way her breathing sounds, ragged as though each breath takes a ton of effort. This isn’t the time or place to tell her about her sister’s death.
    Her face turns serious. “What is it?”
    “We need to get you back to the safe house. Can you walk?”
    “Can I walk? I’m not the frilly Princess, Giancarella. That would be you, my beloved royal friend.” Grunting as we shuffle to our feet, Cori lets out a stifled cry as she stands.
    “Okay, so the girly princess here is going to have to be the crutch for us both, I think.”
    “Looks that way, doesn’t it? Bernael sent me back with a message for the son of the Wanderer,” she says through ragged breaths. “He either gives himself up to the prophecy or suffer whatever crazy thing Bernael’s cooked up in his head.”
    My blood turns cold and I’m sure my face matches the way I feel inside. How does Bernael know that Caleb is the Wanderer’s son? I guess the better question should be, why does he even care?

Chapter Four
    Caleb
     
    In the distance, I can hear House of the Rising Sun. The song has played almost one hundred times since I entered this dream. Two small black scrolls tattoos about the size of a quarter are etched in the skin on the underside of my wrist. I don’t get why these things keep showing up in my dreams now. I’m cool with my new ink, as long as it stays here in la la land.
    I’ve gone back to the sea, the area just outside Uncle Mashu’s house, and I’m trying to find Gia.
    Walking along the shores, I inhale the strong scent of saltwater, burning my nostrils and even coating my tongue. The waves slam against the shores harder today than the way they usually do. My Uncle’s mansion sized cottage sits on a deserted portion of the beach, not another house in sight for at least a mile or so. The land the house is built on has been passed down through our family, a group of Lumbee Indians. I should be enjoying a day of sun and vibrant green trees and clear blue water that looks as though it jumped straight out of a painting, right?
    That’s the problem, though. Everything looks too clear, too crisp, too perfect.
    Squinting against the sun’s rays, I keep looking out at the water and scanning the woods off to my right, waiting to find my water angel. This time, another little girl finds me, though. She’s about the same size as Gia, the same height, too, but the lighter brown hair blowing in the wind is where the similarities end.
    It’s Erica.
    As though she senses me standing there gawking, she spins around, her green-eyed gaze confirming my suspicions. Covering her mouth, she giggles and says, “You and me will become one, underneath the light of the Copper Sun.”
    “What are you talking about? That sounds stupid,” eight-year-old me says back to her. Instead of answering me, Erica makes another silly giggle. I’m thinking if she’s going to crash my dreams, then she at least needs to stop laughing at everything. At once, she turns and runs toward the ocean, plunging into the waves before I can get an answer.
    A monster of a wave surges high above her head. I cry out to warn her. No luck. Her body has disappeared and another little girl’s body has taken her place. She’s close enough for me to see the once light brown hair that’s now shiny black, glistening against the backdrop of the water.
    Gia’s body now bobs up and down inside the tides. She flips over a couple of times, her legs sticking up each time.
    Where are her fins? There’s no