Bound [Book #1]


They are connected by the fact that they've all died and been brought back.

This is a trilogy. Look for the other two books:

#2 - THE REMOVED
#3 - CHASING SHADOWS

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10. Ten.

That night as I was curled up on the couch in Graham's living room, I had a dream. But if I really thought about it, it was more of a nightmare. I woke up with a start, my body covered in sweat. I sighed and put my head in my hands.

Somewhere in the darkness, there was a light. I saw it clearly, but heard no one as it floated toward me. Then the cushion squeaked in protest. Someone had sat on it. I could hear them breathing next to me, but I wasn't afraid. A sweet smell invaded my nose and I knew it was her.

“Are you okay?” she asked. She placed the candle on the coffee table, her eyes glowing. “I was awake and thought I heard you talking in your sleep.”

“I was?” I asked. “What was I saying?”

Julia thought for a moment before answering. “You were mumbling a lot, I think. I can't be too sure. But what were you dreaming about?”

I scratched my head. “I don't remember. It's all a blur now. I'm sorry if I woke you.”

“It's alright,” Julia said, shaking her head. “I wasn't really in the mood to sleep anyway. I've been thinking about way too many things.”

“Me too,” I muttered. Then I told her, “I want to find out who this group is, you know, before they come and kill me.”

She smiled a little. “They wouldn't kill you as far as I know. But we want you to stay here, so we can keep an eye on you. You shouldn't go wandering off.”

“I don't want to stay here,” I confessed.

“But at least here you have some place you belong. You don't have anything out there. Graham told us your parents abandoned you and you don't have any friends. We're it, Vi.” She goes to touch my hand and I recoil.

“Don't,” I said. “I don't want to see any more from you or the others. At last not for awhile. Please.”

Julia sighed. “You can't shut us out.”

I laid back down. “Yes, I can.”

She gets up and leaves, and as I closed my eyes, it hadn't occurred to me to even stop her.



**

When I awoke to the sound of pans being slammed, I groaned. I walked into the kitchen to find Terry at the stove, his back to me. He's wearing a pair of flannel pajama pants and a grey shirt. He must have heard the shuffling of my feet, because he turned around.

“Good morning,” he said brightly. He smiled and gestured to the table. “Coffee is fresh and there are biscuits in the basket. Graham and Jules aren't up yet.”

I glanced at the clock on the wall. It's not even 10 yet. “Why are you up so early?” I asked.

Terry grinned and picked up the pan from the stove. “I'm in charge of breakfast today. Want some eggs and sausage?”

I shook my head. “Just coffee,” I mumbled.

“Morning,” a voice said gruffly.

I looked to my right. Julia stood there in a white tank top and black yoga pants. Her blonde hair is done into a messy bun and her violet eyes are smudged with rings of black eyeliner.

Had she been crying again?

“Hi Jules,” Terry said. “You're up early.”

She shrugged. “I never went to sleep. I just laid in bed.”

“I heard you get up last night,” he said to her. “Bad dream?”

Julia smiled slightly. “Something like that. It was more of a disagreement than anything.”

“Is that so?” Terry wondered.

As Julia nodded, I busied myself with drinking and eating as much as I could so I don't have to speak to her – not that I want to at the moment anyway. She moved next to me, and as she reached for the coffee pot, my fingers brushed hers as I pulled away. Not fast enough.

This time, however, there is no spark.

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