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I laugh, picturing Silver’s family, wishing that there was a way to have them attend, but it’s not possible. They crossed over, and we don’t have the best relationship with Heaven at the moment.
But maybe someday…
CHAPTER TWELVE
SILVER
Getting to know Kane is nice. He's funny, sweet and sexy as hell. I still don't understand how Luke is okay with us possibly dating.
I mean I am all for loving who you love, and I could honestly see myself loving Kane, but my heart aches for three others.
I am about to get married to Luke, closing the door permanently on my past.
“So tell me what your favorite spell is?” I ask him, while grabbing another strawberry. They are delicious and super sweet.
I wonder if it's because he conjured them. I'll have to ask Merida how they get their fresh produce.
Maybe someone just portals to Earth once a week and does some good old fashioned grocery shopping.
I wonder if I could hitch a ride to the top side. Talking about my family made me realize how much I miss them.
Would Luke let me visit their graves? I'd like to introduce them to my husband.
I miss them more and more every day. That will never change.
Reaching over into the basket, Kane hands me a small crystal ball.
“What's this?”
He gives me a smirk and waves his hand over it, transforming it into a looking glass of sorts.
“You asked me for my favorite spell… Well, I can't give you your family back, but I can teach you the spell that will allow you to watch all memories of them that reside in your head.”
My jaw drops and my eyes fill with tears.
“I… I don't know what to say, Kane… Thank you,” I whisper, staring into the small object in the palm of my hands that's more precious than anything else I have.
Kane moves closer to me and wraps his arm around my shoulders. “Show me a good memory, love,” he says, and I think back to my mom teaching me to cook one of her favorite recipes.
The orb swirls in a mass of bright colors before clearing and showing my old kitchen.
Luna is on a stool, scrolling on her phone and pouting. She always said she wanted to learn, but got bored quickly.
My mom hands me the wooden spoon and orders me to keep stirring, so the milk doesn't burn in the sauce pan.
We are making homemade cinnamon rolls. It was one of my dad's favorites, and I was excited to learn.
“Your mom looks just like you, except the eyes,” Kane comments and I nod, sniffling.
“I wish they could have escaped the blast. I don't know why I was chosen to survive,” I cry out, choking on a sob. Kane pulls me tighter before waving his hand and ending the spell.
“No. Please don't,” I whimper and he shushes me.
“I will teach you, love, but let's take it slow, okay? I didn't mean to upset you,” he mumbles as he begins to rock me.
Humming under his breath, I start to calm down and then groan.
“I still don't understand how I can love so hard and deeply, and have empathy, with only part of a soul. When Luke told me I had to choose, it was a no brainer, but I expected to be mean and cruel, kicking innocent puppies or something,” I mumble, and Kane snorts.