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do you live with the gut clenching truth that the one you love will die
if you meet them? Twenty year old sorcerer Scott Tabors is learning
how. After seeing seventeen year old Olivia Whitehead outside of a
coffee shop, his heart will never be the same. He longs for her, he
wants her, and he knows she will be his. They are heart mates. …but due
to a curse on his family, he can’t meet her. Not yet. So for now, he
visits her in her dreams. Her dreams where he can tell her everything
but his name.
Olivia Whitehead is a typical junior in high
school. She and her best friend are having the time of their lives, but
she can’t help but notice the changes happening to her. Especially the
changes in her heart after she begins dreaming about a mysterious dark
haired young man. But what will happen when the school heartthrob
decides he wants Olivia? Will she realize the dream man is real or will
she move on?
outside. The moon is high and glowing, there are trees all around. This
is a new location. I look around for Mr. Sexy, but I can’t see him
anywhere, it’s too dark. Looking around, I realize this place is
familiar. Wait…I’m in the field I was day dreaming about earlier. The
soft green grass is like silk between my toes. There are yellow daisies
everywhere. Trees line the perimeter, it’s almost like I’m in a box. I’m
wearing my shorts and cami, but I’m not cold. The wind is blowing just
enough to ruffle my hair. “Hello?”
I call timidly. Nothing. It’s
completely silent out, not even birds are chirping. I glance around and
walk forward. My arms are wrapped around the front of me, not for
warmth, but for comfort. I know I’m dreaming, but this is still kind of
weird. I see a deer to my left, just watching me. She’s beautiful and
majestic. She starts to come towards me the moment I wish I could pet
her. My hand slowly reaches out and touches her course coat. Huge brown
eyes look into mine, there’s no fear.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper.
“So are you,” a deep voice says from behind me.
turn violently, scaring the deer off into the trees. Mr. Sexy is
standing five feet in front of me. Jeans and a fitted white t-shirt
clothe his fit body.
“Of course I am, where else would I be?”
“I thought…well I wasn’t sure if this was our dream or just mine.”
“It’s ours Livvie, it’s ours. Always ours.”
followed closely behind me. We sat and our hands brushed as we both
reached for the same arm rest. I giggled with embarrassment and moved
the opposite rest instead. I breathed deeply, trying to relax myself
before the theater went dark. I moved my eyes slightly, trying to get a
sideways glance at Aiden. His chiseled face looked as stormy and
dangerous from his profile as his eyes did from the front. As I studied
him, he seemed to sense me and turned slowly. His eyes seemed to
swallow my soul and I felt my hand moving toward his. Just as I was
inches from gripping his fingers, J cleared her throat behind me.
My mind seemed to clear, like the fog lifting from the ground. I turned
slowly, almost feeling like my mind and body were not my own anymore. I
looked at J, my eyes looking deep into hers but my mind still felt
disconnected. I felt like I was screaming inside, like I was trapped in
my own body.
The voice coming from mouth didn’t seem like my own. It sounded distant and disconnected.
She reached out grabbed my arm, gripping me tightly and shaking me slightly.
“Liv, what’s wrong?”
I glanced back at Aiden, still looking like a wild storm brewing, and I shrugged my shoulders in confusion.
My reflection was much calmer than my inside. I was an absolute wreck
inside, worried and scared about the events that would happen tonight at
the dance. Wearing black dress pants and a white buttoned shirt, I
looked dressed up enough to blend in if I had to go in the building for
any reason. My pockets were loaded with stunning charms that would stun
the attacker if I threw them at him. I had a knife in my back pocket,
big enough to do damage if needed. I didn’t want this fight to become
that violent, but I was prepared to protect Livvie if I had to.
Mark had similar charms and weapons to guard himself with. I had given
them to him after he had left school. Grandma and Sadie were prepared
with spells they had memorized. Immobilizing spells, memory erasing
spells (for the dance goers), slumber charms, and they had found a few
control spells that would be handy if we needed the crowd to leave
without putting up a fight. Overall, I felt that we were well prepared. I
couldn’t help the sinking feeling in the pit of stomach, a feeling that
told me The Crimson Calamitous was much stronger and this may all be