Wisteria (Wisteria Series) by Bisi Leyton Read Free Book Online Page A

and he can focus on his regeneration, or I will have to start sending you on the errands I send him,” Bach continued.
    “You are not looking so well yourself.” Enric pointed to Bach’s forehead. “You’re sweating.”
    “I want you to send your Terran away. Take her to the Terrans’ island at Norton and tell her to stay there until it is safe enough to go back to her family.”
    “What?” Enric laughed, and then nodded. “Fine and I will even apologize to Felip. So, can I see my new Thayn now?”
    “She is not here to be renewed.”
    “Huh? You refused to help me get a Thayn, but you bring one in here to live amongst us freely? No, renew her Bach, even for yourself. Terrans do not live among us, they serve us or they die.”
    Enric was right, only Terrans who were turned into Thayn were allowed to live among the Family. Bach could barely stand Thayns, why did he think he would feel differently with a free Terran?
    “Unless—she really is for me?” Enric let out a loud laugh.
    Bach scowled.

     
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    The next morning, Wisteria woke up in complete darkness. She lay back on her pillow, trying to recall what had happened. The bed felt different. She reached for the rechargeable flashlight she kept by her bedside, but couldn’t find it, and the bedside felt strange. What was going on? As her eyes adjusted to the light, she discovered she was lying on black satin sheets, on a strange bed, in a huge room. Quickly, she threw the covers off and hurried out of bed.
    “Ah,” she growled as she landed on her sore ankle. Looking down, she was surprised to find her ankle bandaged. Was this Doctor Hindle’s house? She knew some of the residents on the island lived quite comfortably, but not this nicely since the outbreak. The room felt air-conditioned. She limped to the massive window and pulled back the curtains. She was astonished to find herself in a tall building overlooking a city. Big Ben stood in the distance.
    “What is this?” she exclaimed.
    She was in London, eighty miles northwest of the Isle of Smythe.
    “I am glad to see you are awake,” someone spoke with a strange accent. He almost sounded American.
    Wisteria spun around to see a tall teenage boy with messy brown hair and incredible green eyes, standing in the doorway, carrying a tray.
    “Hello,” he greeted her.
    “Hi.” She tried to sound cool.
    He was dressed strangely. Granted, nowadays fashion was the last thing on anyone’s mind, but this boy’s clothing looked old, like they were from the 1920s or earlier. He wore a green striped shirt. His expensive looking dark gray trousers were held up with suspenders. Weirdest still, he wore brand new leather shoes.
    Where would he get clothes like this from a city with biters? Why would he spend the time to pick out an outfit when food, medicine and weapons were far more important?
    “I brought you dinner; unless you area vegetarian.” He switched on the lights.
    “No, I’m not.” She gazed at the tray. “Who are you?”
    The tray held a steak and a salad of some kind. The food smelled amazing. The ingredients looked fresh, not like the dried powdered food she ate on the Island. The vegetables were very exotic and definitely out of season.
    She wanted to ask him questions, but was transfixed by the fresh steak.
    “I am Felip.”
    “Felip,” she echoed. “Where am I?”
    “You do not know?” He placed the tray on the small table. “We are in London.”
    “We can’t be in London.” This has to be a dream.
    Felip simpered as if he were amused by her statement “I was unsure what you wanted to drink, so I brought water. Do you want any ice?”
    “Ice?” Wisteria hadn’t even seen ice in years. “What exactly is going on here? How did I get here? What day is it today?”
    “Ninth of March.” He took a chain watch out of his pocket.
    “I left home on the twenty-sixth of March.”
    “But who knows what the date is nowadays. You have been out for a few hours. I was