My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF

Chapter 0765

Nina

I awoke with a start, gasping and clutching my chest. A cold sweat had caked my back, and as I sat up in bed, I noticed the ache in my limbs from tensing my muscles during my sleep. But my physical discomfort felt like nothing to the mental discomfort I felt.

Selena's words, even in my waking state, still echoed in my mind.

"You have to hurry," she had said. "You have to finish the ritual..."

I swallowed, confused. That was no dream; it was a vision, or maybe even a visit to another realm of sorts. And the words that selena had spoken hadn't been imagined. She really had spoken them.

But how? And what did it all mean?

"What ritual...?" I muttered to myself, rubbing my tired eyes.

As I sat there, though, it hit me: my gaze wandered over to the journal that was sitting on my desk, which now sat closed, its translation tucked neatly between the pages. I had plans to find a good hiding place for it, maybe to even bury it deep in the forest where no one could find it again.

But now, as it sat there, I knew.

Finding that dusty book on the back of the highest shelf in the sprawling library had been no accident; it had found me. And Selena wanted me to finish the ritual. She wanted me to... bind a spirit to my unborn baby.

Her spirit?

Frowning, I threw the covers off of myself and swung my legs over the side of the bed, standing. I slowly walked over to the book, which was illuminated by the warm golden light of the rising sun peeking in through the curtains. I swallowed and reached out, running my fingers along the soft leather.

The book just sat there, silent, like any normal book. There was no glow, no tingle, no sense of magic now that the moon had slipped below the horizon in the wake of dawn.

but flinch back as I touched

be trifled with. I had no desire to bind a spirit, even my dead twin

I stood there, cradling my hand as if I had been burned by touching the book, Selena's words floated through my mind

like something was at stake if I didn't

me into doing such a thing. Surely it was

and here I was, still locked in my room with two guards posted

eat something. Of course, the guards my father had posted followed me to the kitchen, even when I told

through unimaginable atrocities. But with the

I packed only the essentials: a change of clothes, some money, a few necessary toiletries,

for some reason, I packed the

I

now what I was doing, and stared

"Why..."

to pull the book out and shove it in my desk drawer, my bedroom door suddenly opened. With my breath catching in my throat,

was met face-to-face

I said, pulling my shoulders back a bit and setting my jaw hard. I was still a bit angry with her for

see the two guards still standing

said, waving her away. "Thanks,

leaving, however, my mother simply sighed and

at her and frowned in

said, leave us," she commanded. "I'd like some time alone with my daughter

walked away— although I imagined they likely didn't go far. Once they were gone, my mother stepped into the room

here to chat," I said, folding my arms across my chest, "I'm

to break you