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“Yes.”

“And then we’ll have sex?”

“Yes, and we’ll be free.”

He held his necklace up and I held mine to his. A jolt of electricity ran through my body when they touched. A purple mist formed around them and then expanded until the entire room turned hazy.

Chapter 13

 

 

 

 

When I awoke, I sat straight up in bed, only I wasn’t in bed anymore, I was in the desert. I squished my toes in the hot sand and the grainy texture cut into my bare feet. The large sun beat down, assaulting the back of my neck with its harsh rays. 

“There you are. I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” my mother said. She stood near the tent, wearing a white cotton dress. At first I thought she was an angel and I’d died, but then I heard Calvin.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!”

I looked over at his ten year old body. He wore a striped shirt and I wore a yellow dress. “Everyone’s alive!” I gasped.

“Cleo, Calvin, come in for dinner,” my mother called again with a wave of her hand.

I rose and took Calvin’s hand to help him up. The pout on his face disappeared when he saw his own parents waving to him. We ran all the way to the tent and then hugged our parents like we hadn’t seen them in years. And we hadn’t.

I stared at my mother while she dished up my plate for dinner. She was so beautiful, just like I remembered. Her kind face smiled and she looked so happy to be alive. I smiled too.

“What were you two doing out there?”

“Dreaming,” I said, unsure if Calvin and I had imagined the last ten years of our lives.

“What did you do with your necklace?”

“What necklace?” I sucked in my breath and held it for a long moment.

“The gold one, with the snake on it.” My mother looked at me and raised her eyebrows. “The one you said you bought in town.”

“Oh.” My wide eyes didn’t hide my surprise. “We lost them.”

“Calvin lost his too?”

I nodded.

“Good. That snake looked kind of creepy if you ask me.”

I agreed.

When my dad came in all dusty and dirty, I ran to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. “I love you, daddy. Calvin doesn’t have to leave, does he?”

He placed a hand on my back and laughed. “Why would he leave?”

“I thought his father got called away on an important assignment.”

My father shook his head. “He turned it down. In fact, they’re moving to Madison so we can study our findings together and maybe even write a book. I’m afraid you may be stuck with Calvin for a while.”

The words sounded like a symphony of beautiful music and I hugged him again, believing that all my bad luck was behind me.

Calvin and I snuck out that night to meet each other like we had so many other times. The quiet night was cool and the air smelled fresh. We walked hand in hand away from camp and then we lay down to look up at the enormous star-filled sky with a whole new perspective.

The curse was lifted, our families were alive, and I got an honorable redo for the mistakes I’d made over the last ten years.

I reached my hand over to him and smiled, my heart filling with happiness that he wasn’t leaving and we would be together always.

He took my hand but frowned back at me. “Let’s break the curse first,” he mimicked, making me sound like a wicked witch.

 

 

The End

 

 

About the author

Lisa Rayns lives in a small town in South Dakota. She gave up working with explosives to write paranormal romance and urban fantasy novels, so her occupation hasn’t changed much. When she isn’t writing, she enjoys spending time with her family and two adorable Siamese cats.

 

 

 

Other Works:

Wanted: Vampire – Free Blood,
her first full length novel, will be released by The Wild Rose Press in Spring 2012. This first book in the trilogy will be followed by
New Blood
and
Bad Blood
.

 

 

 

Connect with Me Online:

My Website:
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