Coming Soon: The Sequel to I see You

 

Shadows of My Past

by Frantiska Oliver

The silence in the room was deafening, but the eerie haze inside Mrs. Neely’s eyes screamed with fear as she stared into mine. “Love and hate are opposites in every sense but one. Their strength is equally matched. Make the right decision on which emotion you choose to guide your journey. For one will give you a reason to fight and the other will only lead you to your death.” 

     Infected by a hellhound’s tick, Haven is forced to make a decision she never thought she’d have to make. Find and destroy the hellhound who infected her before the deadly curse silences her breath and stops the beating of her heart? Or knowing this could be her final battle, save Regina, a child who is silently begging Haven to help her escape from the monster who is abusing her? 

 

Sneak Peek:

     I knew Bryce’s stubbornness was equally matched to mine and that his strength surpassed what I possessed, but there was more to the story than I was willing to share. A secret I would never tell because even though saving Regina was my priority, it wasn’t my end goal. So, I used the only advantage I had over him. “I can shift into multiple different forms, mimic any human I have been in contact with, but you have only two choices to choose from. Man or Gryphon. So tell me Bryce, what is your plan? How are you going to blend in with Regina’s world, because I seriously doubt she’ll trust a stranger and the humans have no clue that Gryphons exist?”
     “He might only have two choices, but I have as many as you do.” Jonathon said, grabbing my arm and spinning me around to face him. “So, what excuse are going to attempt to give me and don’t throw getting shot in my face because that bullet could have just as easily hit you instead of me.”
     “Why can’t you both understand that this is my battle? One that I have to do alone, without any help from either of you,” I roared curling my fingers into a fist and digging my nails into the palm of my hands.
     “Because unlike you, sister. They both understand that this isn’t a battle.” Mrs. Neely said, slithering her way in-between Jonathon and me. “It’s a suicide mission and don’t pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about, because even though you succeeded in blocking me from your mind, your brother’s memory was crystal clear and I saw the look in your eyes prior to the shooting. Shall I elaborate?”
     “It would be in your best interest to keep those details to yourself, but since all of you are so hell bent on Bryce and Jonathon tagging along then fine. They can go as long as they stay out of my way and don’t question my decisions.”
     The silence in the room was deafening, but the eerie haze inside Mrs. Neely’s eyes screamed with fear as she stared into mine. “Love and hate are opposites in every sense but one. Their strength is equally matched. Make the right decision on which emotion you choose to guide your journey. For one will give you a reason to fight and the other will only lead you to your death.” She blinked her tears back and a crooked smile spread across her face as she held her arms out to her side. “Now give me a hug before you rush out of here to save the child.” A spine tingling shiver swept up my back, but I refused to give in to the spasms it left in its wake and hugged the witch. “The shadows claim to have seen your death.” Mrs. Neely whispered in my ear, “Their hushed conversations stating that your life will soon cease by the hands of the one who sparked your vengeance. The man hellhounds have agreed to protect and their price is your soul. So, be wise in your quest sister and allow the Gryphon to do what he was created to do. For the shadows are rarely wrong.” 
     “Nobody can predict the future, not even the shadows.” I whispered back and then stepped away from Mrs. Neely. “Jonathon needs a little more time to completely heal, so it seems that we’ll have to drive instead fly.” Pushing aside the dread Mrs. Neely’s words had stirred, I swallow the lump in my throat and sucked in a breath. “So, grab your keys, Bryce. You’re the designated chauffer.”