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

look.’
     
    His responses don't convey any kind of explanation of why I am seeing him. Since I left the hospital I am convinced that my mind is playing tricks on me, but this is beyond my imagination. He is sure of himself and he knows he looks perfect, but I don't like the way he points that out. I blush again while his eyes meet mine and my heart starts dancing in my chest.
     
    ‘My mind cannot cope with this,’ I say and stare at the floor. I don't want to give him the satisfaction of intimidating me even further. His expression changes and his eyes narrow.
     
    ‘It's understandable. I cannot explain why you are able to see me, but it's worrying me. Your life will be in danger if any other Sprites know that you are able to recognise us,’ he says, looking deeply concerned. He’s analysing me with his deep gaze and it's making me feel nervous again, but I don't flush, determined to keep my eyes on his. I have a million questions, but I don't want to sound idiotic.
     
    ‘If you don’t mind, I need to go to the toilet, but I will be back in two seconds,’ I say and leave my room quickly. I try not to make it look obvious that I’m wondering whether he will actually be there when I come back.
     
    Once in the bathroom, I look at the mirror, realising that I look dreadful. I start to brush my hair, but I look at myself once again and I stop. Why make an effort? He isn't showing any interest in me; the last thing that I want to do is show him that I am adjusting my look for him. He is the most handsome looking man that I have ever seen, but I can pretend that he didn’t make an impression on me.   Presumably, I am the only human that he has ever spoken to. I get the most gorgeous guy in my room,   who no one else is aware of, and I am terrified.
     
    When I walk back to the room, he is still standing in the same spot, looking at the books on my desk with interest. When I clear my throat, he doesn't turn around straight away. I give up my attempt to understand why he is here and why I am the one that is going crazy.  
     
    ‘A few weeks ago I almost died,’ I say, not waiting for his reaction to me being back in the room.
     
    ‘I am deeply concerned about your new ability. I was nearby when you were attacked,’ he says unexpectedly, taking his eyes off the books.
     
    ‘And you did nothing?’
     
    ‘I am not here to prevent your future. You were not able to see me then and even if I had tried it wouldn’t have worked,’ he explains. He looks dejected and finally turns around, searching for my eyes. I am still standing by the door; somehow being away from him gives me more confidence.
     
    ‘That's too bad!’ I snap. ‘What exactly do you want?’  
     
    Suddenly I can feel my anger flowing around the room. I have had enough of his useless explanations, which don't answer any of my questions. He is gorgeous but overconfident. I am able to see him and presumably he can't change that. His expression reveals surprise and he lifts his eyebrows slightly.  
     
    ‘You are the first human that I have ever spoken to. Of course, there has been incident in the past, but no one talks about it. I will explain more another time, but for now protect yourself by pretending that we don't exist.’ He adds in a firmer voice, ‘I can talk to you when nightfall or dawn approaches to avoid being discovered.’
     
    ‘This doesn’t make much sense,’ I say. I make a face but he vanishes, leaving me angry. I punch the wall with frustration; it hurts more than I expected. Who the hell does he think he is? He doesn't answer any of my questions and leaves without saying good-bye. I didn’t even have a chance to ask if he has a name. I switch off the light and fall onto the bed, wondering whether my life will ever go back to normal again.
     
    Nothing here makes sense. Sprites don't exist in the real world, but the legends and stories have always been part of our world. Mum used to read fairy tales to me when I was