Edge, Episode Two: Season One (Edge, A Serial Series Book 2) Read Online Free

scratching against her soul, but as the hours moved on she couldn’t swallow that lie.
    Saige was left to watch over her sister, and surprisingly when she saw Reveca begin to whisper words that would release her, she did nothing to stop her.
    As Reveca dressed in a frantic rush, Saige spoke. “We’re cursed, sister.”
    “What?” Reveca asked . Not really caring if she received a response.
    “Father, the elders. They said we’re cursed. You and I.”
    “And how are we cursed? They envy that we have mastered each of their arts already. They envy that Jamison, an outsider, has done so. We are not cursed, we are gifted.”
    “That is an omen, sister.”
    “To what.”
    “Rapture.”
    “I don’t have time for this, Saige.”
    “Reveca,” Saige said gripping her arm as she went to climb out of the window. “ If you leave here, you will spur the omens that have been spoken.”
    “I don’t giving a flying fuck about omens . I have to know he’s okay. He has to know we’re not in trouble.”
    Saige’s eyes filled with grief. “Reveca…you have to understand that the greatest things test us the most. They’re worth the pain.”
    Reveca shook off her sister’s grasp and her words then ran toward the stables. Desperation. She owned that emotion.
    She mounted her stallion bareback and yelled for him to go forward. He charged through the night like a bullet aimed at a distant target.
    Reveca had no idea where she was going. The battle had grown quiet nearly an hour before. She called upon every connection she had with nature at large looking for guidance.
    A massive crow emerged , flying straight as an arrow before Reveca and her galloping stallion—that was the path she followed. She never stopped, not even when she passed soldiers returning. In the air she sensed a victory, but like with any war she sensed the loss, the payment for that victory.
    Her eyes misted as she told herself what she was feeling were her deepest fears and not a truth.
    Moments later she reached an opening, one that bordered the river, and swamps on its other two sides. At the edge she saw Jamison. She saw Lorecan standing somberly next to their horses. She dismounted before her horse ever found the will to completely stop and began to run.
    She stopped short. The moon was full, and dawn was daring to break against the horizon. There was enough light for her to see the carnage, the bodies laid across the ground.
    In the midst of that, in the center, there were crows. They were not feasting, but watching. Silent crows encircling one body. They didn’t even bother to move as Reveca raced forward and fell to her knees.
    Kenson, had a mortal wound right between his eyes. That didn’t stop her hands from rushing over him, her lips from touching his. Her tears fell like a river mixing with the rivulets of blood. She could barely breathe, felt her body roil but she wasn’t giving up. She pulled from deep within, pulled the power that was bred into her soul forward. She spoke spells, ones that were forbidden, ones that brought souls back from the clutches of death.
    Slowly the blood vanished. The shock of that almost made her lose her focus but she kept on.
    When he took a breath she gasped. When his eyes fluttered open she felt an eruption of emotions pouring out of her. He was only clinging to the edge, she knew that. She knew that she was nowhere near skilled enough to pull this spell off but she believed if she could keep him there the others would help her, they would combine their power and pull him back.
    Kenson stared into her eyes, far past the surface. “You’re mine. I’ll live here for now,” he said as his mud stained hand reached for her chest.
    “You’ll live in the flesh.”
    He bit his lip as his dreary eyes moved over her. “Mine.”
    She nodded her head frantically agreeing with him, but right then something happened.
    She felt the air change. She felt powers she had only read about colliding. She looked up to see