New Blood (The Blood Saga Book 2) (33 page)

Even though Damien didn’t want me,
he wouldn’t be able to let me go without a fight. He had his own guilt to carry.
His own blood promise that despite his denial, bound him to me. And a spell
created so many years ago that had bound him to me out of my own greed. When
would it end?

Phoenix was a complication in
itself. He felt responsible for me. Not that I could fathom why. And now we,
too, were bound. He said he cared for me deeply. I didn’t know to what extent
or in what manner. I didn’t really need to know. In the end my heart belonged
to them both. Each equally. Though each in different ways.

My head began to spin with thoughts
so painfully fast I could barely stand. Images danced through my mind as if my
life were flashing through my eyes, just as potent as a vision.

A child, playing with magic she
could never understand, swarmed by dragonflies and laying on freshly blooming
roses. A dream of dreams where a single drop of blood brought hundreds of
crimson roses to bloom on a magical island.

A night with Damien lying in his
arms as he traced the black rose on my side. Waking in Damien’s arms with tears
of blood streaming down my cheeks. A kiss to build a dream on.

Phoenix tackling me to the ground
while teaching me to fight. “
Not fast enough, cupcake. Come on. Let’s do it
again.”
He grinned. Another time. A walk in the woods with Phoenix just a
day ago.
“Hm, I wonder if you could still use any of the Shaman’s magic.”
The memories just washed through me.

As suddenly as it started it was
over, and I was left lying on the earth with a single blood tear running down
my cheek. I smiled with understanding. My finger caught the blood tear before
it could fall. As I sat up from the ground, I let the ruby tear fall to the
earth off the tip of my finger. “Until we meet again. Forevermore.”

Vines grew from the earth, crawling
along and spreading out to cover the ground at a miraculous rate all around me.
Rose buds blossomed in shades from brilliant crimson to pure ebony. As I stood
they spread further. My eyes clinched shut briefly before I took off running-
and would run until I could run no more.

Jacquelynn F. Gagne
is an artist. When she cannot be found in the real world she is usually
found covered in paint, pastels or most usually words. Among writing,
photography and art, Jacquelynn has been married for ten years and is mother to
two incredible boys who take after their parents in every way, for better and
worse.

For more works by Jacquelynn
Gagne please visit her at
WWW.
UnhinderedArts.
COM

Note
from the author,

There is something that is just
pure magic about literature. No matter what you’re reading, it holds the
possibility of all things, and that is magic! Every story has the potential to
give you any and every emotion: love, fear, excitement, sadness, joy, anger,
and so much more. There is no purer sense of humanity than emotion. Literature
is the quintessential of art. Through words alone we have the ability to create
and step into any universe imaginable. Imaginable! And what limit is there to
the human imagination? Absolutely none.

To create a book, a novel or
otherwise, there is this magnificent feeling of accomplishment but it goes so
much further than that. We’ve taken part in creating a completely new
existence. Another dimension comes to life with every word we put on the page.
We fall in love with these characters like we do with our partners and our
children. They’re not just characters, but lives that we give birth to that
every reader recreates again and again. For me to finally complete this story
and to show it to the world is one of my personally proudest moments. So thank
you, to all of those who have come this far. The journeys we’re to share
together through these pages are going to be absolutely unforgettable.

Book
three in the Blood Saga

Coming
soon…