Son of Sun (Forgotten Gods (Book 2)) by Rosemary Clair Read Free Book Online

or a stump. The gentle rustle of fern banks perked my ears, telling me when to lift my legs and jump over them. I was no longer running by sight, but by feeling the woods. My magic was waking up, here in the darkest of places, where no one could see me.
    For months I had tried to run from this inevitability happening, but clothed in the night’s shadows it was finally safe, and if it brought me one step closer to him I was ready to embrace what magic lived in me.
    “Show me,” I whispered in the darkness, my head thrown back to the moon like a coyote ready to howl. Closing my eyes again, I drank in the forest smells and called Dayne back to me. Straining my brain for the tiniest memory of him, the tiniest hint he may have given me that would show me how to harness the great magic he feared lay within me.
    “Faye!” Mattie called out, searching for me in the darkness, but I couldn’t stop. Faster and faster I ran, trying to catch a memory that might show me where to start, and afraid if I stopped I might lose whatever was taking over my body. Trees flew by me, and I ripped the glow necklace from my neck, no longer wanting to be found or visible to human eyes.
    Faster, harder, stronger. My body began to transform in ways I didn’t know it was capable of. My muscles felt stronger, invincible even. I suddenly feared nothing. My senses were so heightened I would’ve taken on a starving grizzly bear, certain I could beat it. I took a deep breath, held it and exhaled with all the force I could manage, kicking up a strong wind that blew the branches from my path.
    That’s when I found him.
    Dayne was sitting at Rose’s table. It was the night he had rescued me from death. The night I learned his secrets. He was just as irresistible as ever and my heart ached to see him so plainly before me. Happily joking with me, the way I was dumb enough to think our life would always be.
    “I just think about it, really hard. Concentrate. It’s telekinetic.”
    He had offered this explanation with a bored shrug as if it were the simplest of things in his world. But for me, it was proving impossible.
    “Show me, Dayne. Show me how to do this,” I pleaded in the dark.
    Dayne still sat at Rose’s table, but the scene in my mind changed. I was no longer in a memory, but in some new reality where he had actually heard my plea.
    He took my hand, and kissed it. As he released it to the table, he looked at me, his eyes heavy with regret.
    As I stared into his warm gaze, our hands felt slippery, and when I looked down I saw they were covered in blood. Bright, red, deathly blood, dripping from my hand and mingling with his. The vision morphed again and he was in a silvery white tunic, an outfit he wore only in LisTirna. As my worst nightmare began to unfold before my eyes, his bright white shirt soaked with blood. His blood, and he fell to the ground. Slowly, I turned my hands over, staring at their red stain, and then fell to my knees beside him.
    “The only way I can love you is to let you go,” he whispered in a barely audible voice.
    My mind exploded with the unexpected rage of what I was seeing. I slapped my hands against my face, trying to make it all go away, but it didn’t budge.
    In one last effort to stop the horrific visions, I cut loose a scream that echoed in the woods, reverberating off the trees, shooting through the night like a bullet. My throat burned with the effort, but the vision vanished.
    I opened my eyes just in time to see the actual earth disappear from under my feet, and my heart fell to the watery depths swirling beneath me in automatic panic. Arms and legs flailing wildly in the air, I barely had the tip of my big toe still on the ground when I saw how far away the other riverbank was. I could never make a leap like that, but I had too much momentum to stop.
    Focusing every ounce of strength I had on my toe, I pushed off and sailed through the air, coming to land in a graceful, squatted position on the other