“Okay-m,” he nodded slightly and then took a deep breath. “You don’t look exactly like this in the real world. I mean, you have platinum blonde hair.”
The minute he said that, my body was covered in goosebumps. This was the exact thought I had whenever I stared at myself in the mirror.
“I remember myself with blonde hair,” I smiled widely, and his face broke into a grin before he smiled too.
“Okay, keep going. You were-um-umm-” He looked around, making me wonder why he didn’t remember anything himself.
“Shit-I never spent time with you. I don’t know you. I just know you were working in the garage for Maximus when you smelled that rose-” His voice faded as I had a distant memory of that day.
“Ohhhh-I remember-I remember-” I jumped up, getting on my feet, and he followed suit. He looked so happy and excited that I had remembered something. “I remember Maximus!”
“Huh?”
“I remember him. We had this amazing conversation when we washed his car-he was so sweet and flirtatious that I was like, ‘Whoa! I am your stepsister, dude!’” I laughed, not realizing the depth of my words, but Kaye didn’t seem very pleased for some reason.
I thought he wanted me to remember.
“He flirted with you, and he’s the one you remember?” Kaye looked quite displeased.
“You mentioned him, so I remembered him.” My excitement faded because I guessed that wasn’t a good sign.
“Okay, sure,” he uttered, his hands on his waist and looking away.
“But why are we not going back home?” I asked him, and he looked around at the lights appearing brighter.
The commotion started to approach us. It was pack members looking for us, searching for the bride-to-be.
“Shit!” Kaye hissed. “I think we are left with only one option. I have to kiss you!”
My heart dropped in my chest when he cupped my face in his hands out of the blue.
Kaye:
It just felt right. I thought if I reminded her about her real life, she would wake up, but then I realized it wouldn’t be that easy. Getting out like that would be too easy. But what’s not easy is to find someone to kiss, someone who is not under the hypnosis of that crazy Mr. Rune. That’s when I remembered something my foolish brothers had told me when I was a kid. They would tell me these fairytale stories of how the sleeping princess wakes up after a kiss. I wasn’t Helanie’s prince charming but a kiss night do.
“Kiss her!”
If I kissed her, she would awaken, like some Disney tale. I wasn’t entirely convinced, but there was nothing else I could do.
I cupped her face and watched as shock registered in her expression. I didn’t want to do this. I had never even considered kissing my stepsister-to-be. And Helanie!
Never!
She was irritating and reminded me of her gold-digging mother. It’s women like these who ruin homes for women like my mother.
But right now, I had to close my eyes and do the right thing. Before she could even protest, I pressed my lips against hers.
I thought it would be a quick kiss. Our lips would meet, and before I knew it, the torture would be over. But the moment my lips tasted hers, something switched inside me.
I felt my body heating up, urges rising. My hands held her face tightly; her skin was soft and smooth, like butter.
Instead of breaking the kiss, I found my head tilting and parted my lips just enough to take in her upper lip. That’s when I felt a push from her. She had placed her hands on my chest and pushed me away, breaking the kiss.
The awkwardness made me look down, my gaze shifting to the side.
“What the heck was that?” she hissed, wiping her lips clean in a panic.
I wondered what had happened to me.
How had I ended up acting so desperate?
The fact that I never wanted to touch her but ended up holding on made me feel even more embarrassed.
“I told you that might be the way,” I groaned, clearing my throat to appear confident. If I acted guilty, it would confirm my shame.
“Yeah, but a peck would have been enough,” she mumbled, her mouth barely moving, then she began to look around.
“It didn’t work,” she said, staring at me, her hands now on her hips.
“Or maybe you’ve made me lose my mind too. I’m such an idiot for thinking this isn’t the real world. You’re crazy, and you’re driving me crazy-” she hissed, already turning to leave. I had this one chance to make her see the truth, and I screwed it up.
“You had a rough life,” I called out, watching her slow down.
The warriors and pack members had passed us, oblivious to our presence in the woods.
But it wouldn’t be long before they found us.
“What did you say?” She turned around to face me.
“You weren’t just kicked out by your mother; I believe your father never loved you either,” I murmured, something I had previously thought was a lie.
But seeing her desperate need for love made me wonder if part of what she had said about her life was indeed true.
“And-you don’t even have a wolf. Not a mate or a lover either. You don’t have a shelter or any money-there’s no one who-” I paused when I noticed tears beginning to form in her eyes. Well, I’m not the kind to make a girl cry, but damn! I had to do it now.
“You were lonely,” I added, and soon a tear rolled down her cheek.
“And I’m sure nobody is even looking for you,” I continued, watching as her face began to change color. It took me a moment to realize her hair was changing color.
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