Free Envisioned (The Elemental Prophecy) by Nikki Narvaez Page A

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    “What's wrong, Brie? You change your mind?” I asked with concern.
    “No, no, I love it—I'm just worried about how to tell my dad,” she answered.
    “You let me worry about that, okay?” I said, rubbing her back.
    “Okay,” she quietly replied, obviously still concerned.
    We walked back outside to the golf cart, and Kelly drove us back to the realty office, which was only a few minutes away, like everywhere else in town. We went inside, and Kelly began gathering the necessary paperwork for the rental. After signing everything, we thanked her before exiting the office. As soon as we stepped outside, I pulled Brielle into a hug and picked her up off the sidewalk, twirling her around. I was happier than I had ever been, but I could sense her nervousness. “You know I'll always take care of you, right?” I asked.
    “I know. I just don't want my dad to flip out and hurt you,” she replied.
    “You don't have to move in right away. We can wait,” I suggested, even though that's not what I wanted.
    “No!” she yelled, surprising me. “I want to live with you. I've never been more sure of anything in my life,” she stated, looking up at me with those stunning eyes. I pulled her to me, crushing her lips with mine, showing her how much I needed her. She desperately kissed me back, grabbing my biceps and softly moaning against my lips, driving me insane. I rubbed my hands up and down her back, grabbing the back of her neck and pushing my tongue deeper into her mouth as I pulled her closer to me. She pulled away, lips swollen and red as she gasped for breath. “We need to stop doing that in public or we are going to get arrested for public indecency. I can't control myself much longer,” she admitted.
    “I'm sorry—my fault. You are just too irresistible,” I told her.
    She laughed, “Thank you, you are too.” She grabbed my hand and led us in the direction of her house. “Let's get this over with,” she sighed.
    I clutched her hand tighter, rubbing circles on the back of it, hoping to calm her somewhat. I hated seeing her anxious, especially when I could feel it. I hadn't really noticed her emotions until now since we seemed to be in similar moods today, but I could tell now that it wasn't my anxiety I was feeling, it was Brielle's. “Have you noticed my emotions yet?” I asked her.
    “Yeah, I have; it's strange, but I like it—most of the time it feels like they are mirroring my own, like just a minute ago, intensifying them,” she smirked. “But, now, I can feel that you are concerned but excited, which is helping with my anxiety.”
    “You are handling all of this so well. I think most freak out in the beginning because they feel like they are losing themselves by being so connected with their twin flame,” I said.
    “It all feels natural to me—you've been a part of me for so long, so I think that has a lot to do with it…can I ask you something?” she inquired.
    “Anything—shoot,” I replied.
    “What were your dreams like? We haven't really discussed them to see any similarities,” she pointed out.
    I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat at her question. I hated thinking about the dreams, about the possibility of losing her, but she was right, we needed to discuss them. “Well, we are in a big city, with many evil creatures causing mass destruction. There are fires everywhere, and I keep trying to get to you, to save you, but you are taken away into the night by harpies,” I miserably recalled.
    “The overgrown vultures with women's heads?” she asked.
    “That would be them,” I answered.
    “Mine is similar, except you are dragged away into the dark by something I can't see, and I just stand there, frozen in fear,” she choked, tears filling her eyes.
    “Hey, don't cry, I hate to see you upset, let alone feel it,” I said, wiping her tears with my thumbs. “Plus, we are almost to your house, and I don't want your dad thinking I made you cry.”
    She wrapped her