Chrysalis: The Emergence of Emery (The Gifted Series Book 1) Read Online Free

other way. I don’t think I’ve said so many words to one person, or had someone speak to me so much in one day since…
    Molly and Jenny.
    Their names pop into my head involuntarily, and I glance over at Sicily. She either doesn’t read minds or she’s giving me my privacy because there’s no response from her.
    “Emery, where are you going?” I turn around and look straight into Sicily’s narrowed eyes.
    “I was just going to go outside and sit down. I’m tired and sooo over shopping,” I whisper the last part, but watch as hands move to her hips, and she starts tapping her foot.
    I’m thinking she heard me.
    “Emery! This is supposed to be a fun girly day!” She stamps her foot and I know my eyes widen. Biting my lip to stop myself from smiling at her childish behavior, the realization hits me, Sicily is like a child. That’s why she can be quite draining. She constantly asks questions, or chatters away. She likes to get her own way and throws a fit when she doesn’t get it. Spoilt brat springs to mind, but the childlike sweetness in her manner allows her to obtain things others wouldn’t be able to. And although I have only spent today with her, I can already see she uses it to her advantage, often.
    “Sorry
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Sicily. I’m done. I’ve not had a girly day before.” I watch as her eyes soften and she pulls her hands from her hips. “I’ve loved it, but I’m tired… and, well, to be honest, I want to speak to Elijah. He owes me some answers,” I explain, noticing her eyes light up at the mention of Elijah.
    “You’re right, I’m sorry, I get carried away sometimes. Let’s go back,” she replies quickly. I watch her. The feeling in my gut is telling me she really wants to get back to Elijah, but I have no proof that’s really how she feels, not that it matters. Getting back is my ultimate goal, so it’s a win.
    The house isn’t home, but I don’t miss where I’ve been living. Having been bumped from one home to another, a mixture of foster places and children’s homes, I’m at the stage where I’m about to leave school and need to stand on my own two feet. The last six months haven’t been easy, living at the only children’s home in the county, meant more ridicule from my peers at school.
    I have no family, well until Elijah. I only know that my parents died when I was a baby. I’ve been alone ever since. I had Molly and Jenny for a couple of years when I was younger, but they were blood sisters, a family member came and rescued them. Ultimately, my life has been lonely since then.
    Sicily grabs my hand and drags me forward, down the side of a shop into what looks like a cut through. I feel an emotion pass through me. Nerves? It’s nervousness I feel, but it’s not me I’m feeling it from.
    “Are you nervous?” I splutter to Sicily before I can engage my brain.
    She stops suddenly and turns to face me. “I hate that Elijah can do that. It figures you would also be able to read people, too.” She’s talking to me, but her eyes keep flitting over my shoulder.
    “What? Read people? And what do you keep looking at?” I ask spinning around.
    The moment I do I’m trapped. I’m unable to move anything, not even my lungs, so I can’t breathe. I feel my insides seizing, and my chest actually hurts, like I’m in a vi
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c e grip. I hear hollow laughter, and as my breath is released, I cough out a harsh breath just as a figure walks toward me. The rest of my body remains frozen. As a dark blur moves into my line of sight, I can see it’s a guy, about twenty, with auburn hair and silver eyes. He’s tall and broad, but as my eyes are frozen I can’t roam his outline or his face at great length. I can only pick up bits as he moves in and out of where my eyes are fixated.
    “So… you’re the famous Emery. After all these years, here you are in the flesh. Finally.”
    I can’t see the smirk, but I can hear it in his voice. I can also feel arrogance and evil radiating off him. I