The Whispers of The Sprite (The Whispers series #1) by Joanna Mazurkiewicz Read Free Book Online

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    The exhaustion forces me to close my eyes and I fall asleep, forgetting about today’s events. When I open my eyes, it’s dark outside; it looks like I sleep right through the afternoon. My mobile phone is showing that it’s a few minutes after 2 in the morning. When my eyes get used to the surrounding darkness, I realise that I am not alone. Once again, there is someone else in the room and I am sure that this time I can’t be dreaming.
     
    My stomach gives me an unpleasant lurch while I try to assess if what I am seeing is real. I need to go to the bathroom, but I am scared that he’ll disappear if I move. This is the moment that I have been waiting for, where I would know if all my previous visions were real. I am trying to think fast, planning what I am going to do next.
     
    In the darkness, I get up and switch on the small lamp on the bedside table. My legs are numb. I suck the corner of my lips and look at him. This tall, numinous man is staring at me. I get an idea, and it is the only way to find out if he is really there. I walk to the table and take the paper scissors. I will see if pain will allow me to wake up and finally forget about all the delusions. In the back of my mind, I am certain that it's still a dream. I lift the scissors, determined to cut myself, when the man takes a step towards me. He lifts his hand and touches my wrist. A wave of current spreads through me and I inhale the smell of spearmint, cypress wood and bergamot.  
     
    The hesitation dissolves. My naked body is only covered by a scrappy old T-shirt and I can feel goose bumps all over my skin. His hair is in a mess and he looks anxious, staring at me as if he doesn't know how I will react. I am amazed at his otherworldly blue eyes, but I am doing everything that I can to bury my emotions inside me. I curse at myself for switching on the light as I blushed instantly when his hand touched mine. His skin is warm and soft. Deep down, I am glad that I am not crazy.
     
    ‘Why?’ he whispers, piercing me with his blue eyes, still keeping his hand on mine. After a few seconds, I realise that he asked me a question. I knit my eyebrows with confusion; my heart is still beating fast, unmistakably letting me know that the man in my room is attractive.
     
    ‘Why would you hurt yourself?’
     
    He speaks slowly but firmly, with an odd accent that I can't recognise.
     
    ‘The pain would be an answer,’ I begin. ‘Am I still dreaming?’
     
    The anxiety vanishes from his face when he smiles, revealing gleaming white teeth. I think he just realised that his hand was still touching mine because he shifts his body to the right, stepping back. I feel that I am blushing with embarrassment and I swear in my mind. Good-looking men tend to intimidate me.  
     
    ‘You control your own dreams, but if you're looking for an answer, then it’s no,’ he replies, stroking his shiny hair with confidence. His every move is elegant and thoughtful; his voice is deep and peculiar. He confirms that I am not dreaming which in theory I should be glad of, but for some reason this shoots a jolt through my stomach.
     
    ‘Who are you?’ This is the only logical question that comes to my mind. He is still staring at me, looking fairly amused.
     
    ‘In your history, we have a lot of names: a Sprite, wee folk, people of peace, a fairy,’ he explains, pressing his lips into a smile. The self-assured tone is irritating me.
     
    My mind registers what he is saying, but I stare at him uncomprehendingly, wondering if this stranger in my room really believes in those fairy tale stories. I clear my throat and sit down on the chair, trying to gather my thoughts.  
     
    ‘You are trying to tell me that you are a fairy from the legends?’ I ask ironically, surprised by my high tone.
     
    ‘As you humans say, in every legend there is always a seed of truth,’ he answers, almost whispering. ‘As I could predict, you are astonished by the way I