In his dream, Jaimin lay in his own bed, nearly asleep. Suddenly, he noticed a light flickering in his bathing room.
The enormous stained glass window over Jaimin’s tub often captured the moonlight and filtered it through dozens of different colored panes into an overall soft yellowness, which spilled out into his room.
But moonlight was not meant to flicker.
And the light flickering from the bathing room now was not yellow, but an eerie white. What frightened him more was that he couldn’t move. He was completely paralyzed.
When the spirit of a girl floated out from the bathroom, his heart leapt and pounded furiously. The ghost looked directly into his eyes and drifted toward him.
The spirit was human in color; the flickering white seemed to be just an aura around her. She was a pretty girl, a teen, with glossy black hair, pale skin and dark red lips.
More importantly, Jaimin recognized her. She was one of the assassins who had recently tried to kill him in the forest.
She had tried, or her twin had—well, actually, they both had tried. Jaimin had shot one through the neck and escaped from the other. This one was still wearing the same dark uniform, which had deep purple edges.
The girl stopped at the foot of his bed and looked him over, curiously, as if straining to see him properly through some astral fog. She didn’t look angry.
Who are you? Jaimin asked her in his mind. She didn’t seem to hear. She just looked at him, scrunching her lips as if trying to say something.
“We’re coming for you,” she said. Her voice seemed real, and strangely kind—caring, even. Unfortunately, what she had said didn’t make Jaimin feel any better.
She looked quite proud that he was able to hear her.
She must be the twin I shot, Jaimin said to himself.
She scrunched her lips again, straining to say something else. “We’re all coming back for you.”
Well, this clarified things a bit, but it rendered her message even more horrifying. Shivers reverberated through Jaimin’s body, and still he could not move. Seeing that Jaimin had heard her yet again, she raised the corners of her mouth in a smile.
And then she dove straight at him, stopping in mid-air with her lips to his ear.
“Better hide!”
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
R.J. Francis, like the characters in the Principality series, has traveled with the divine spirit through the many wondrous worlds of creation. The Kiwi-American author currently resides in New Zealand.
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