Edge, Episode Two: Season One (Edge, A Serial Series Book 2) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Jamie Magee
Jamison and Lorecan there, staring into the nothing around her. Lorecan glanced to Jamison, Jamison swallowed nervously, seemed far too weighted by the moment, then nodded.
That nod, it was deadly.
After Lorecan saw that he lifted his hands, and all the magic that Reveca had Kenson encased within vanished. She was nothing more than a girl holding a fallen love at that moment.
She screamed . That power she felt in the air, it grew denser, more massive. It was enough to make Reveca fear the unknown for the first time in her life.
Fear drove her in that moment. She knew that power was taking him, that she could not stand by and let it.
She gripped the ground and spoke a spell . Normally she felt the welcoming call of nature’s power instantly, but whatever Lorecan had done had stripped her. That only made her pull even harder, use more conviction. She felt death calling her name but she kept on. If it was going to take Kenson then it was going to take her, too.
That struggle in the air faded. She felt it, but couldn’t see it. No, her eyes were squeezed closed. The spell she spoke, it was meant to halt time, to give a pause. That’s all she wanted right then. She needed a pause between life and death. A pause where she could negotiate with the powers that be, convince them that she deserved a life with her love.
When she opened her eyes, she knew he was gone. She knew that all her efforts were in vain. Through her grief stricken eyes she found shock, though.
The others, the soldiers that had fallen with Kenson, they were all standing, looking alive and well, but they weren’t.
The Edge, Reveca’s prison, was born then. The pause between two realms, life and death. She was no longer living but far from death. Every sense she owned was enhanced. The energy she had played with swelled within, understanding of that power came, too.
No amount of understanding, however, could stop the grief that she was drowning within.
Time, a lot of time passed before she allowed the coven to break her out of her prison. She walked amongst the living as a phantom. She saw the path between death and life, saw the hesitation, the beginning of reflection.
Later, much later, Jamison and Saige found the power, the spell, that would allow Reveca a life of flesh, a life w here she could move through the living, and the space between.
Her anger, it never left.
She asked Jamison a million times what those silent words between him and Lorecan were that dawn. She could only ask him as Lorecan had left not long after Reveca’s life as a human ended.
Jamison had no answer he cared to give. Saige, she spoke of Rapture, of a fate.
Reveca didn’t give a damn about fate. She was now an immortal with no reason to live.
She was in hell. Alone in hell.
Chapter Two
Present Day
“I don’t fucking trust that asshole ,” Thames grunted, as he pulled from the blunt that was casually resting between his fingers, holding his inhale for an endless moment before the smoke snaked from his lips. He narrowed his hazel gaze and aimed it across the garage as he passed the blunt to Judge, and then reached to scratch his dark beard that was at that stage between thick and thin.
Reveca had just made her first appearance of the day . The previous days and night before and most of the morning she’d been in a sealed, darkened room with the mystery girl, doing everything she could to bring that girl back around—no such luck.
Reveca needed air, light, and nature. The day was at its midpoint, which meant everything she needed was at its most to rturous peak. At times she was sure a New Orleans summer was the breath of the devil himself.
She’d compromised her needs and dared to make her way to the garage which was well over thirty thousand square feet. One half of it was just that, a garage. Bikes were being built or repaired. A few choice cars were too, but not the plastic boxes that dominate the streets today. No, these machines were raw horse power,
That nod, it was deadly.
After Lorecan saw that he lifted his hands, and all the magic that Reveca had Kenson encased within vanished. She was nothing more than a girl holding a fallen love at that moment.
She screamed . That power she felt in the air, it grew denser, more massive. It was enough to make Reveca fear the unknown for the first time in her life.
Fear drove her in that moment. She knew that power was taking him, that she could not stand by and let it.
She gripped the ground and spoke a spell . Normally she felt the welcoming call of nature’s power instantly, but whatever Lorecan had done had stripped her. That only made her pull even harder, use more conviction. She felt death calling her name but she kept on. If it was going to take Kenson then it was going to take her, too.
That struggle in the air faded. She felt it, but couldn’t see it. No, her eyes were squeezed closed. The spell she spoke, it was meant to halt time, to give a pause. That’s all she wanted right then. She needed a pause between life and death. A pause where she could negotiate with the powers that be, convince them that she deserved a life with her love.
When she opened her eyes, she knew he was gone. She knew that all her efforts were in vain. Through her grief stricken eyes she found shock, though.
The others, the soldiers that had fallen with Kenson, they were all standing, looking alive and well, but they weren’t.
The Edge, Reveca’s prison, was born then. The pause between two realms, life and death. She was no longer living but far from death. Every sense she owned was enhanced. The energy she had played with swelled within, understanding of that power came, too.
No amount of understanding, however, could stop the grief that she was drowning within.
Time, a lot of time passed before she allowed the coven to break her out of her prison. She walked amongst the living as a phantom. She saw the path between death and life, saw the hesitation, the beginning of reflection.
Later, much later, Jamison and Saige found the power, the spell, that would allow Reveca a life of flesh, a life w here she could move through the living, and the space between.
Her anger, it never left.
She asked Jamison a million times what those silent words between him and Lorecan were that dawn. She could only ask him as Lorecan had left not long after Reveca’s life as a human ended.
Jamison had no answer he cared to give. Saige, she spoke of Rapture, of a fate.
Reveca didn’t give a damn about fate. She was now an immortal with no reason to live.
She was in hell. Alone in hell.
Chapter Two
Present Day
“I don’t fucking trust that asshole ,” Thames grunted, as he pulled from the blunt that was casually resting between his fingers, holding his inhale for an endless moment before the smoke snaked from his lips. He narrowed his hazel gaze and aimed it across the garage as he passed the blunt to Judge, and then reached to scratch his dark beard that was at that stage between thick and thin.
Reveca had just made her first appearance of the day . The previous days and night before and most of the morning she’d been in a sealed, darkened room with the mystery girl, doing everything she could to bring that girl back around—no such luck.
Reveca needed air, light, and nature. The day was at its midpoint, which meant everything she needed was at its most to rturous peak. At times she was sure a New Orleans summer was the breath of the devil himself.
She’d compromised her needs and dared to make her way to the garage which was well over thirty thousand square feet. One half of it was just that, a garage. Bikes were being built or repaired. A few choice cars were too, but not the plastic boxes that dominate the streets today. No, these machines were raw horse power,
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