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Arrain? The state she was in now was even worse than death. The numbness. The
agony. She didn t think she could take this torment forever.
Crazy as it sounded, she had to find a way to get back to Arrain.
Mara decided to call her boss for sick days. She holed up in her bedroom
afterward with a laptop, surfing the Net for the Dangerous Curves Web site. No
matter what she did, the phantom site remained a phantom. She tried to send
numerous e-mails to Dangerous Curves, which also failed miserably. She even tried
to trace the message left on her answering machine the one from Dangerous
Curves s representative the day she d been kidnapped but the number wasn t in
service. By the end of the day, her desperation had crippled her sanity.
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She felt terrified. What was she supposed to do if she couldn t get back to
Myria? She couldn t go on living like this anymore.
She just couldn t.
Mara spent the rest of the evening in her bathtub, hoping somehow the
Weaver would work her magic and send her back to Arrain s arms. She even
dunked her head underwater, peeking at the tub s drain, hoping it would bring her
back to Myria. Of course nothing happened. A silly hope she d had, shattered to
pieces.
The next several days, she stayed holed up in her apartment, exhausting every
possible way to locate the Dangerous Curves site. Her efforts always ended in vain.
She even called Candace to ask if she d had any luck with the site. The girl said she
hadn t. Candace had started to think Dangerous Curves didn t exist. It was nothing
but an Internet hoax.
Mara wanted to throw the phone against the wall. You re wrong, honey. You re
so fucking wrong. It does exist, and I met a wonderful man. Only I blew it, and now I
can t see him ever again. She covered her face with her hands and cried in silence.
She felt fucking pathetic. After the tears had dried, she sat near the kitchen sink,
feeling emotionally and physically exhausted.
She didn t know what else to do.
* * *
The town square was deserted at this hour. Even though the night was
beautiful, with a perfect seventy-three-degree temperature, Mara didn t see
anybody strolling around. Usually, this place was jam-packed with people drinking,
watching street performers, or simply enjoying the beautiful summer nights. But
tonight, the place looked like a ghost town.
This suited her fine. She didn t feel like socializing with people anyway. She
just needed a walk to clear her head.
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Mara shambled to the fountain in the middle of the town square. She had lived
in this town for more than a decade, but she had never paid attention to it each
time she came here. At a glance, the base of the fountain looked like Arrain s
mirrormar. It was carved from marble but looked weathered and worn-out. Her
gaze drifted to the plaque at the base. It said it was erected in 1892, the same year
the town was incorporated.
It was an old fountain.
Mara sat by the ledge, dipping her hand into the water and making small
splashes at the frolicking nymph statues in the middle. Strangely enough, the
nymphs resembled the nymphs she d met. One of them held an amphora. She
looked uncannily like Isena, her giggly handmaiden in Myria.
Where are your sisters, Isena? Mara voiced her thought out loud.
The stone nymph kept her silence, staring to the sky with a blank expression.
Mara felt ridiculous for talking to an inanimate object. She drew a deep breath
but still felt suffocated. The pain wouldn t go away. She didn t know when she
would be okay. No matter what she did, she guessed she would never be a whole
person like she was before. Something inside her had changed. Broken. And only
Arrain was the one who could make her whole again.
She fixed her gaze toward the water, wondering if Arrain could see her from
the mirrormar. If he could, she wanted him to know her true feelings. I m sorry,
she whispered, I was wrong. I regret ever saying I wanted to go home. I m so
fucking miserable without you. I wish I could undo what I did and be with you. I m
so sorry, Arrain.
All of a sudden, everything became too much for her. She looked away, trying
to restrain her tears from spilling. Mara had had enough crying over the last
several days. She was tired. So fucking tired.
A spray of water hit the back of her head, followed by another and then
another.
What the&
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Did the fountain just turn on? At this hour? She whipped her head to see what
was going on. Jets of water sprayed from the end of the nymph s amphora. But that
wasn t all. The surface of the water was rising. At an alarming rate. Mara was
forced to jump from her seat as the water wet her clothes.
The fountain flooded.
Mara would have retreated to a dry place if she hadn t caught something that
stole her whole attention. Water bubbled, whirling. She d seen frothing water like
that when she was in&
Could it be?
Her breath caught in her throat. Her heart stopped beating.
The water slowly formed into a shape of a man a man she d dearly missed for
the past few weeks. The man who drove her insane.
Arrain? Mara rubbed her eyes. Is that you?
Mara, he croaked.
His voice was hoarse, but it was Arrain s voice nevertheless. Mara found
herself climbing over the edge and stepping into the water. It felt like a dream. She [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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