Free Memories: Volume 9 (The Lillian Rayne Series) by Ella Price Page A

all the distractions I could figure out who I was.
    “I
know where your room is,” Cornelius said softly. He turned without saying
anything else, and walked down the hall.
    I
quickly followed, and Luca followed me. “Where are we?” I asked looking around.
Now that I wasn’t worried about running I had time to look at the place. It was
actually extremely nice. Some of the walls looked carved.
    “Your
mother’s coven,” Cornelius said softly.
    “My
mother? Is she here?” I asked wondering if I would recognize her.
    Cornelius
glanced at Luca but didn’t speak.
    “Lillian
it is all very complicated. Maybe once everything settles down we can discuss
everything,” Luca said softly.
    Before
I could reply, Cornelius opened the door to a room, and ushered me inside the
room. The room was huge. The furniture all looked like it was from a different
era. The white vanity caught my attention. I walked over to the vanity and
touched one of the wood lilies carved into it. “This is beautiful,” I said
softly.
    “We
should go see what Oliver has found,” Cornelius said looking at Luca.
    Luca
looked at him for a second; then he turned his attention back to me. “Will you
be ok on your own?”
    I
nodded and forced a smiled. “I’m fine. I am just going to rest.”
    “Ok,”
he said and smiled, then he walked out of the room.
    Cornelius’s
eyes locked with mine again. Every time it happened I got the urge to run to
him, but I couldn’t make myself move. He suddenly turned and walked out without
saying anything. The door shut making me jump a little.
    I
looked around the room. It didn’t feel like my room. I just didn’t see myself
staying in a place like this and not remembering. I debated whether I should
stay or try to make an escape. There were no windows, and in the hall I never
saw a door that looked like it led outside. It almost seemed like trying to get
away was impossible. I found it hard to believe everything they were saying;
then again I had no clue who I was. I couldn’t honestly say they were lying
because I didn’t know if they were or not. I looked around the room a little
more. I felt odd, almost like I had been here before. Maybe I really did belong
here. The more I looked at everything; the more I began to wonder if they were
all telling the truth.
    A
brisk knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. Before I could even give
permission; Oliver walked in followed by an older woman. I had a feeling this
was the witch he went to retrieve. I was a little hesitant. What if she was a
witch? I didn’t know what they were planning to do to me. I wasn’t entirely
sure I could trust them. Part of me wanted to trust them, but I was having a
hard time trusting myself. I couldn’t remember anything. How would I know if I
was making the right decisions?
    “Mistress
Lillian?” the woman said hesitantly as she watched me.
    “Do
I know you?” I asked wondering if I knew her too. I didn’t recognize her. I
didn’t even have a feeling I might know her like I did with the others. I
didn’t really understand why she was addressing me like she was. She was acting
like I was a leader of some kind; maybe I was.
    “No,
not personally. Oliver tells me you do not remember anything,” she said cautiously
as she approached me.
    I
watched her much like she was watching me. She knew I didn’t trust her, and she
was wary. Oliver moved further into the room. The door was closed, and I was
getting slightly nervous. “I suppose I don’t,” I said trying to relax. It
seemed impossible for me to relax. I didn’t like the idea of people claiming to
be witches touching me.
    The
woman glanced at Oliver. “I can’t help her,” she said softly.
    “What
do you mean? You haven’t even tried,” Oliver growled testily.
    The
woman glared at him. “She is radiating power. She has no control, and she is
scared. If I touch her, she will more than likely kill me. She doesn’t
understand what is going on, and she doesn’t