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

flushed cheeks. “He’s not mine.”
    “Oh, but he could be,” Willow said with a tiny laugh that sounded like wind chimes.
    Kalissa thought differently. Especially after the vision she’d had. There was no way that she could live through another loved one dying. If she gave her heart to Ayden, that’s exactly what she would have to do. She wasn’t sure her heart could take it. Witches could die of a broken heart.
    Before she could answer Willow’s question on the whereabouts of Ayden, he walked into the kitchen. His wet hair was towel dried, leaving it in an unruly mass of golden brown waves. Kalissa bit her bottom lip to keep a giggle from escaping. It reminded her of Zach’s normal just-climbed-out-of-bed look. 
    He shook his head. “Don’t say it,” he said as he walked over to the table and sat down across from her.
    Kalissa tried to look like she had no idea what he was talking about. “Say what?”
    Ayden smiled at her. “That I look like Zachary.”
    “Okay, you look like Noah…with Zach’s hair.” Kalissa burst out laughing. She couldn’t help it. “I’m sorry. I think my sister is rubbing off on me.”
    He cracked a sideways smile at her. “Bethany was the first to make that observation when I moved in with them.” He reached over and covered her hand with one of his. Her desire spiked like electricity racing through her body.
    His free hand hovered over the notebook. She pushed the journal toward him with her mind to give him permission to read her entry. The horror of seeing Ayden die in her vision was too raw. Words tangled with each other and refused to leave her mouth. 
    His fingers lightly caressed her hand and wrist as he read. Worry and fear played in the lines of his face. But his touch was soothing and provocative. It was strange how his touch sparked a flame inside her that could spread and consume her like a wildfire. She looked down at his hand and then his forearm, where his rose birthmark lay perfectly etched on his sunkissed skin.
    Kalissa drew her eyebrows together. He had two roses. One was a faded replica of the other, indicating that he had found his magical partner. The urge to look at her own arm, or ask Willow if she could see it nagged at her, ridiculous as it was. There was only one way Kalissa would be able to see the faded rose.
    Don't go there. She couldn’t give her heart to someone only to watch them die. Again. What if he turned out to be as possessive and controlling as Liam? What if she could never make love to him?
    The mouthwatering smell of ham and cheese omelets brought Kalissa out of her worrisome thoughts. Willow had brought their plates to the table, set a plate in front of each of them, and went back to the island countertop to grab her own plate of food and the platter of crispy bacon. Just like Kalissa liked it.
    “Hmm. This smells wonderful. Thanks, Willow,” Kalissa said, breathing in the different aromas as she snagged a couple of pieces of bacon.
    “You’re welcome.” Willow beamed with delight.
    “Willow, can I ask you something?” Kalissa asked. She hoped that Willow wouldn’t take offense to what she was about to ask.
    “Of course, you can,” Willow answered, taking some bacon for herself.
    “Did Mother…owe you anything? I mean, is there a debt to be paid?”
    Willow laughed, shaking her head. “I’m sorry. I thought the question was going to be more offensive the way you looked. If there is any debt to be paid, it is I who owes it.”
    That confused Kalissa. She’d never heard of a nymph owing anyone a favor. As if hearing her thoughts, Willow smiled, patted her hand, and explained. “Your mother raised me as her own child. But you know that. Connie found my mom, Rose, and me in these very woods. Rose was ill and dying. She was attacked by a demon that infected her with some kind of deadly poison. I was only a couple of months old at the time. Connie took us in until my mom passed away. Connie vowed to take care of me as if