Forgotten Royalty (Escaping The Throne) by Tiffany Wood Page B

she opened the
door and asked, “Have you really wanted me since the moment you first saw me?”
She scanned my eyes.
    “Yes, you are the only girl I have ever wanted like this” I whisper it
so faintly. I look back into her eyes and see images from the day we met. “You
felt drawn to me when I was sitting in the shadows. That’s why you looked my way.”
I shake my head. We needed to change the subject or I would lose my self
control. “Sara, I don’t understand why, but you’re changing. You should have
been able to choose, but your mind won’t stop it. As scary as it seems now, I
can help you know what’s going to happen before it does. I can’t explain how
your body will time it, but I can show you what to expect. You will be able to
feel my pain from past transformations so that you know what to expect. Do you
want me to show you?”
    Without hesitation, I feel her scanning my thoughts again. She is
searching for the worst transformation I can remember. “You should start with
one a little more recent. I don’t want you to feel all of that suddenly.”
    My warning came too late. She dropped to the floor holding her head.
She was whimpering with pain, my pain. I try to stop the memory but it takes me
over and we’re both on the floor now. I reach out to her and pull her close.
     “Sara, I’m here. We’re going through this together.” I was taking the
pain from her a little at a time. It wasn’t long before she realized what I was
doing.
    She gave me a mental shove. “I have to feel this. I have to be prepared.”
    The memory ends and we lay there for another moment before she pulls
away from me. I pull her back toward me and kiss her forehead. She pushes on my
chest with all of her might and actually manages to pull herself an inch away
from my chest. She was getting stronger.
    “We shouldn’t do that again for awhile, your aunt will be home soon and
I really don’t think that you want her walking in on this.”
    I let her go. I got up and offered her my hand. She tried to hit it
away but I caught hers and pulled her up. I was starting to be able to
anticipate her movements. She yanked her hand from mine.
    She was angry, but she understood. “Yes, I understand. That doesn’t
mean I have to like it. You should get out of here. Aunt Lynn will be home in
about ten minutes and I don’t think you want to be here when she arrives.” She
didn’t want me to leave, but she didn’t want me to be here right now. She had
mixed feelings that were probably my fault.
    “Do you want me to come back tonight?” I felt her heart jump as she
heard the innuendo in the suggestion. “Maybe we should wait till tomorrow. My
aunt may think that I was just skipping school if you show up to see me
tonight.”
    I didn’t want to leave her alone. She may start to change again and I
didn’t want her to go through that alone.
    “I’m a big girl Damian. You don’t need to be here.” She went to her
room and shut the door. She was giving me my chance to leave before anything
else happened. I walked out the door and hoped I could return.
    I went to my home on the outskirts of town. I lived in a large manor that
was transformed into a boarding house. It had been owned by my family for
centuries. I decided that the first thing I should do was check the archives to
see if I could find anything about Sara’s family.
    I pull the ‘P’ archives from the shelf. This may take a while.
“Payano,” I flip through to the last Payano in the book. There were at least
fifty pages on them. I figure it may help for me to start at the last page and
work backwards. The problem was that the last entry was started thirty-five
years ago.
    The entry says that two children were born to Prince Ezequiel Payano of
the Taurs Hawks Clan. The twins were named Robert and Zachaeus. Two years
later, Zachaeus was abducted by the Borne Bloods. When the council refused to
search for him, the family fled. The last communication recorded was that