January Dreams by Carrigan Richards (best fiction books of all time txt) 📕

“I wish I could do something.”

“Is there something between you two that you haven’t mentioned?”

“No. I never liked him.”

“Why?”

“He just gives off a weird vibe. I don’t know.”

“I wish I knew why you both hate each other. It can’t be because of me. There has to be something more.”

“Why does there have to be more? You’re worth the fight.”

My lips twitch with a smile. “I’m pretty sure you won’t have to worry about him starting a fight with you. I wish he would talk to me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

He chuckles. “It kinda is.”

“Let’s talk about something else. No dreams. No Vincent.”

“Have you finished your homework?”

“Seriously?” I laugh and he chuckles too. “I really wish I could get out of here. I hate it. Do you know how boring my room is after two and a half weeks?”

“Probably about as boring as mine. Except I started school this week.”

“How’s that been?”

“Okay, I guess. People are glad to see me. Amber constantly wants to help me or whatever.”

“Does she flirt with you or still act like you’re going out?”

“You jealous?”

“No.” Warmth rushes to my cheeks. “Why would I be?”

“No reason.” I can tell he’s smiling. “I told Amber to leave me alone and to stop messing with you.”

“What?”

“Had to be done.”

“Thanks, I guess. Have you heard more about your accident?”

“No. My parents are pushing the police with the investigation. It’s hard to figure anything out when there’s no evidence. And that I can’t remember anything.”

“I’m sorry. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine. I guess memory loss helps with that. I wish I knew what happened. It’s killing me not knowing. I sit here trying to remember and sort through the chaos, but all I see is nothing.”

We stay on the phone so long that my cell phone is warming my face. At one point, I peer at the clock on my nightstand and I can’t believe it’s already five in the morning. Have we seriously been talking for two hours? “Don’t you need to get some sleep tonight? You’ll be exhausted for school.”

“I’m not worried. That’s what coffee is for.”

“At least you get to leave your house.”

“I’ll be thinking of you.”

My pulse quickens. “I should get some rest.”

“Feel better.”

“Thanks. And thanks for talking with me.”

“Anytime. Sleep well.”

I hang up, and I can’t seem to calm my heart.

My phone beeps and I click on Casper’s message.

It was really nice to hear your voice. Sweet dreams.

Ha-ha. I put my phone on my nightstand and roll over. It was nice to hear his voice and I realize I miss him. But what about Vincent? What am I going to do?

Chapter Thirty-Seven

“Why are we at war again, Florence?” Florence and I sit close to each other, leaned against a tree while our horses graze the grass behind us.

Her thick lips press in a straight line. “Vengeance, especially since Vincent killed Casper. Vincent and his men have killed too many Elves for them to stand by. And they want the Jewel. You know it belongs to the Elves, right?”

“That’s impossible. We’ve always had it.”

“You ever wonder why we have it? We’re immortal. Why do we need it?”

“It protects us from death,” I say. I’m not sure where she’s going with this. We’ve always known that of the Nuummite Jewel. “It keeps us immortal.”

Florence shakes her head. “We are immortal without the Jewel, Megan. But I guess it does protect us from death, at least from dying at the hand of an Elf.”

“What are you saying?”

“The Sprites wants the Elves dead, obviously. So, we hold the Jewel because it keeps them mortal. Thousands of Elves are dying as we speak because they are aging. They are only immortal with the Jewel. When it’s in their home, it connects each of them. Without it, it weakens them. But there are other uses from this Jewel.”

“What does it look like?”

“It’s a black stone with different bandings that has an iridescent glow. Sometimes you can see several colors in it. It’s the most beautiful thing.” She pauses. “Whoever has the Nuummite Jewel, has the ability to access other times and existences. The Elves fear that in the wrong hands, someone could destroy the future by messing with the past.”

I take a deep breath and stand. I can’t believe what she’s telling me. I feel like everything I have ever known is a lie. I wander by the ledge watching the water crash against the rocks below. There is something familiar about it. My mind keeps flashing with a dark scene.

“What is it?” Florence asks, coming up behind me.

“This spot. I recognize it.”

“It’s where you and I used to come all the time.”

I shake my head. “No, it’s something else.”

“What?”

My mind flashes again. I’m looking over the edge, like now, except it is night. I’m staring into blue eyes before I am pushed. Quickly, I grab the ledge. A man with blond hair and angular features saves me.

I open my eyes and step back from the ledge. “Someone tried to kill me here,” I tell her. “But someone else saved me.”

Florence gasps. Her green eyes water. “Someone tried to kill you?”

“I see flashes.”

“Who saved you?”

“I don’t know. He had blond hair and brown eyes.”

“Casper.”

“Who would want me dead? And why?”

Florence brings a shaky hand over her mouth. “I don’t know, Megan.”

“I must know everything, Florence. Will you help me?”

“Of course. We will learn the truth together.”

I sleep until noon and let my dogs roam in the backyard. It’s a rainy, cold day. I want to run around or do something and briefly it seems like I have the energy to