Free Remember Me (Weaver Series) by Dena Nicotra

you are telling me that there are dark and light weavers ?”  I asked.
    “ Uh-huh.  Every weaver is charged with guarding the dark or the light. Or the good versus the bad.  Some, however, are capable of both.” He whispered the latter comment. 
    “So how do you know which one you are?”
    “You mean you don’t know?  He laughed.  “That’s not surprising since you apparently know very little about your lineage.  I think it is pretty obvious that your threads are light.” He added and stood to stretch his back.
    “Does that mean that I am weak er because I’m a Light Weaver?”
    “No, of course not.”
    I bit the skin on the side of my thumbnail.  “Oh, okay good.  So Kess, what are you?”
    His smile made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up .  If it were not for Kalan’s words, I would never have trusted this guy in the first place. 
    “Now that really hurts Joey .  After all the time we have spent together you don’t know?”
    “Light ?”  I offered.
    “Right.” He replied and winked. 
    “Oh good, for a minute there I thought that I was hanging out with one of the devil’s minions.” I wiggled my fingers at him for dramatic emphasis.  In truth, I wasn’t completely convinced that I was with a saint either, but I saw him as more of a womanizer than an evil seed.
    “No .  That’s not me.  Though, I have been called worse” he said with a laugh. 
    The wind was picking up again and with the sun quickly setting, the temperature seemed to drop dramatically .  I felt cold and exhausted.  Despite the enjoyable drive, I decided it was better to use my own way to get home.  I thanked Kessler for the lessons and we arranged to meet on the pier at the same bench on Friday.  That gave me a little time to rest and get settled in. 
    I was grateful to be back in my apartment, even if it wasn’t quite home to me .  Every bone in my body ached and my head was pounding.  I made a hot cup of chai tea and curled up on my bed, pulling the covers up around me while I watched television.  My toes still felt sandy, but I was too tired to care.  I set my cup on the nightstand, turned off the lamp and television and sank into my pillows.  The darkness engulfed me and I fell into restless dreams.
    My Papaw and I were holding hands and walking through the rows of a blooming cotton field.  I in one row, he in the next.  It was so quiet and he began to tell me something about a gift.  I tried to understand but nothing he said made any sense.  Something about a mineshaft, and a girl named Genessa.  The field was green and the sun was shining brightly, warming my back.  In the next moment the bolls were nearly empty.  Each plant was dry, russet colored and void of their fluffy white treasures.  The withered stems scratched my bare legs as I ran.  The sky was dreary and bruised with rain clouds.  I screamed for my Papaw.  A dull sense of loss filled me with dread.  Before I could scream again, I heard my Mamaw call my name.  I twirled around to see her in the distance near the tree line by the bayou.  Her hair was pulled up in her usual bun and even from a distance I could make out her familiar blue cornflower apron.  She was motioning for me to hurry.  All at once I knew something was behind me.  Chasing me.  I didn’t dare turn around, but as hard as I ran, my legs would not move fast enough and I never got any closer to her.
    The scene shift ed and I was on a Ferris wheel.  Deranged carnival music filled the air and the chair rocked.  I was way too high! The chair continued to climb despite my screams.  As I continued to beg for help, I could hear the faint laughter of a girl.  Frantically I looked below and saw a dark figure with green eyes glaring up at me.  “My blanket!”  I screamed and shoved the covers off of my head. 
    I sat up in bed, sweat running down my neck .  The red digital numbers on my alarm clock read 4:30.  I took several deep breaths to calm