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About Enchanted Souls
A rare occurrence brings the planets into alignment, causing the seals that separate the universes to break. Lost souls search for home while two hearts that were shattered try to find their missing pieces.
When Alyxandria Duvall meets Micah, sparks fly, and their hearts burst into flames. They welcome their daughter not long after; then Micah goes missing under mysterious circumstances, leaving a path of heartache, death, and destruction in his wake. Still, Fate has more in store for them.
EXCERPT
Chapter Two
Micah
Staring at the
horizon, I tried to prepare myself for another long day of political
maneuvering, wondering if the unrest would ever end. It wouldn’t if my father
had anything to say about it. A peaceful nation might threaten his power,
something he would never allow. His machinations ensured some sect of his world
was in a constant struggle, one that would require his assistance or a pact of
some kind.
Everything about
my birthplace felt foreign. Earth was my true home, where my wife and daughter
still resided. And my adoptive parents, who’d been much more of a real family
to me than anyone in Zion. Except for Aunt Desa.
“Where are your
thoughts?” she asked, as if my thinking of her drew her to my room. One glance
from me in her direction, and she had her answer. “With your family. I
understand.”
She came over and
put her hand on mine. “You shall be reunited soon. I believe that. You must,
too. It’s only a few days now.”
Worried someone
might overhear our conversation, I took her hand and led her farther into my
lavish room. Red velvet draped each chair, a dark cherry wood lined the floors,
and intricate fabrics covered the walls. Of course, in my mind, I still
described everything in Earth-like ways.
I dropped my
aunt’s hand and walked over to close the tall wood doors. “No one must know.”
“Of course. I
swear on my sister’s soul.”
Before I was sent
to Earth, a necessity to protect the future ruler of Zion, my sister and mother
had been killed in a coup. I saw it all through flashbacks my aunt shared with
me upon my return. She’d laid her hand on mine and asked me to close my eyes,
transferring to my memories everything from that day. Although I was only two
when it happened, afterward, the memory lived in vivid detail in my mind thanks
to her shared images.
“This has to work.
It’s my only chance,” I said.
“It is. I won’t
lie to you, as I have never lied to you. You have one shot. Your father burned
up a lot of my family’s magic—and other clans’ magic—when he took you to Earth,
and then even more when he returned to retrieve you. This tear in the universe…
it’s a divine gift.”
But in order to
take the chance, I had to align with my father, pretend to be the doting son.
It took all my willpower—aided by the dreams of my beautiful wife and child—to
do so. Planning meetings took over hours of my days, plotting with my father
and his trusted few to go back to Earth and take my daughter. Return her to her
rightful place, according to a prophecy my father clung to.
Over my dead body.
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