Forgotten Visions (The Divinities Book 1) by Lia Davis Page A

might have fallen back to sleep. Lifting her chin with his finger, he peered into her vivid violet eyes, reddened from tears, and gave her a soft smile. “Better?”
    She nodded, pulled away from him, and with a frown, reached out to the wet spot on his shirt. “I’m sorry…”
    Ayden cut her off by taking her hand in both of his and placing a tender kiss to her palm. “It’s just a shirt.” He stood up, still holding her hand. “Come on. I’ll fix you some coffee, and you can tell me about your vision.”

    Kalissa sat at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and a spiral notebook in front of her. Ayden had found it and brought it to her along with a pen shortly after fixing her coffee. She asked how he’d known about her dream journal.
    He smiled and said, “You told me once, plus, Noah keeps one.”
    All seers kept one to keep track of and decipher dreams from visions. Sometimes it was hard to tell them apart. Dreams could be very real and as vivid as visions. On the flip side, visions could be very dreamlike and unclear.
    She sat at the kitchen table with the window open, taking in the pleasant morning breeze, writing down as much of the dream-vision as she could remember. Ayden left her to go shower and change. Apparently, she’d woken him up when she’d screamed out in her sleep. He’d thrown on his clothes from the day before and teleported into her room on the first floor. Although, now that she thought about it, she was a little disappointed. It would’ve been a bonus to press her cheek to his bare chest instead of a cotton t-shirt. 
    Kalissa was still dressed in her pink pajama bottoms with black witch hats and a black tank top. She hadn’t bothered to brush her hair. Instead, she’d twisted the mass of blond waves up in a loose bun on the top of her head. After embarrassing herself by clinging to Ayden and crying in his shirt like a child waking from a nightmare, she was past trying to be impressive.
    Ayden had still called her beautiful as he’d kissed her forehead before heading upstairs.
    The change in Ayden since he’d told her about the memory spell frightened her. He seemed to fall into the comfortable role of boyfriend, like he hoped to pick up where they’d left off. Wherever that was, she didn’t remember. Being with him, even for the short time of one full day, she felt things for him that she couldn’t explain. Desire flared, warming her entire body when he walked into the room. His husky voice captivated her. She was drawn to him like nobody else.
    But hesitation bounced between them—her hesitation. And fear of sex. Gods, she had to get past that. He deserved more than her insecurities.  
    Willow came drifting in from the living room to the kitchen. Kalissa smiled at her. “How do you feel?” She smelled like the forest. The wonderful earthy and floral scent Kalissa had grown up loving. The healthy and magical glow to Willow’s skin told Kalissa she’d just come back from her burrow. Her underground hideaway had a natural spring that ran deep in the earth. Through the spring, she could travel to the other side. It was where Hecate had gone to live after the Underworld was taken over by Khan. In the Afterworld, Willow could regenerate and heal faster than in the human world.
    Willow did a little pose to show herself off and twirled around. “All better.”
    “Thank the gods nothing was broken, just bruised.”
    “Tell me about it. I would have been down for a couple of days.” Willow wrinkled up her nose at Kalissa playfully, walked over to the refrigerator, and started pulling things out of it.
    “What are you doing?” Kalissa knew what she was doing, but she still asked.
    “Fixing you breakfast,” Willow said without looking over at her. “You took care of me last night. I’m taking care of you this morning.” She turned around and gave Kalissa a gentle smile. “Where is that man of yours?”
    Kalissa grinned and turned to look out the window to hide her