Daylight, a Timeless Series Novel

BOOK: Daylight, a Timeless Series Novel
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Copyright

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or used factiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved. This book, or parts thereof, my not be reproduced in any form without permission from the author. The scanning uploading and distribution of this book via the Internet or via any other means without the permission of the author is illegal and punishable by law.

Copyright © 2013
by Lisa L. Wiedmeier

Editor: Sam
Dogra

Copy Editor: Jodi
Tahsler

Front cover art by:
Phatpuppy Art

Cover design by: Timeless Productions

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Edition-I

ISBN: 978-0-9839052-5-7

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For Andre.

Fat tans better.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Acknowledgements

 

Special thanks to Glenn, Coley & Cody, who without their patience and support, I wouldn’t be where I am today.

 

For Laura and Jessie, you bring me laughter.

 

For my Mom and Dad, thanks for believing in me.

 

To Sam, who as always, is my life editor.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love heals a memory no one can steal.

~From a headstone in Ireland

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 1

 

 

Memories linger, misty like the shadows, tingling
the senses. Ever close, yet far away. Craving to come near, only to brush past for a fleeting moment, before they disappear into the deep recesses once again.

“Is this seat taken?” an unfamiliar voice asked.

I jumped, knocking the pencil off my desk. I hadn’t heard anyone approach.

“No,” I replied as I looked up. A tall blond boy I’d never seen before was hovering over
me. His smile reached all the way to his icy blue eyes.

I
glanced around the classroom. Was he talking to me?

“I’m Colt O’Shea, and you are?” He stuck his hand out
, and I hesitated.

I wasn’t keen on making friends, not when I moved so much. Besides, I’d done a good job avoiding other students
in the past and for the first three weeks of this school year. I planned on keeping it that way.

“I won’t bite.” He winked.

Knowing I wouldn’t get rid of him so easily, I extended my hand and watched it get swallowed up in his.

“I’m Cheyenne, Cheyenne Wilson.”

He pulled up a chair beside me. He ran his fingers through his hair, taking a sudden interest in the textbook on my desk. “Whatcha reading?”

“Calculus.” Why was he being so persistent
? My body language and short answers should make it obvious I didn’t want to carry on a conversation. I really wasn’t in the mood, and it wasn’t like we’d be living here much longer. Making friends made the loneliness harder when we left.

“Sounds like fun.”

I raised a brow. “Should be, since we’re
in
Calculus.”

“Oh.” Colt chuckled and began arranging his books. “I thought this was my English
Literature class. Um…” He looked up sheepishly. “Do you mind sharing? It seems I’ve gotten my schedule mixed up.” He flashed another brilliant smile. “I’d run back to my locker, but I don’t want to get a tardy my first day in a new school.”

“Sure.” I slid the book closer. As much as I didn’t want to talk to him, I definitely knew what it was like to get lost in a
new place. “You know, you should probably have someone help you…”

“You offering?” His eyes brightened.

“Uh…” Great, I had to open my mouth. I was inviting him in even though I didn’t want to.

“Don’t tell me you’re as disorganized as I am.”

I rolled my eyes and held out my hand. “Let’s take a look at your schedule.”

He pulled it from his pack and handed it over. I scanned it and quickly realized it was oddly familiar. “Hey, you have the same schedule as me.”

His smile grew.

“Wow, what are the chances? Guess you’re stuck with me, huh?”

I sucked in a deep breath, and my eyes shot open. I couldn’t decide which was worse: the pain of the memory, or the fact that it was already fading.

“It’s okay, Cheyenne,” Callon said as he stroked my arm. “It’s just a bit of turbulence.”

My head was resting on his shoulder, and I quickly remembered we were on a plane. I turned away, staring at the seat in front of me. I didn’t need to see the sorrow in his hazel eyes. I wanted sleep to claim me again and bring my sunshine to me, my Colt. My few happy moments…my reason for living.

I’d never imagined our meeting that day would
lead to all this. At first it had hurt, knowing he’d been sent to watch over me, to protect me. A friendship built on lies. I’d been angry, devastated by his betrayal, until I slowly realized how much he meant to me. What he’d done and the circumstances around us couldn’t change; they could only be accepted. But even after our shared words of forgiveness and love, fate—the same fate that brought us together—ripped him from my arms.
Forever.

How was I supposed to go on without him? He’d been my rock when my adoptive parents were murdered. He’d been the strong shoulder to cry upon when the world crashed down
around me. I’d fought to push both him and Callon away after I learned of the betrothals, but Colt was relentless. He’d promised never to give up on me.

When my transformation into a Timeless began, almost killing me, he’d never left my side. When my first powers surfaced, he believed in me. When I ran away, he followed, and yet
he had eventually understood my feelings and given me space. When I was stolen away by Marcus, Colt came for me. He defied Callon’s orders…he’d said we’d always be together…

Until Marcus killed him.

Marcus…
the name burned in my mind. The man who murdered my birth parents, my adoptive parents, and now Colt. The man whose sole purpose in life was revenge for all the wrongs against him. He wanted not only to rule over all the Timeless, but the world as well. He was tired of hiding from humans. The only thing he needed was my power; then he’d be unstoppable in his conquest.

Colt and the others had come to my rescue, almost getting me clear of Marcus’s army, but then Marcus struck. Making the biggest mistake of his life. That day, as Colt f
ell before my eyes, I’d nearly killed everything in the valley. I could think of nothing else but to destroy Marcus, not caring for anyone else’s life. Until Callon had crawled to me and begged me to stop. He had stopped me from becoming as cruel and twisted as the man who murdered my love.

I
tilted my head slightly so I could stare at Maes. His head hung low, his black hair drifting over his rugged features, his eyes closed. Maes, a Tresez, a shape shifter cursed to serve Marcus, was now bound to me. He had sworn to protect me, because I was the only one who could break his curse; a curse my grandfather had put upon them for serving the Sarac. A curse I knew nothing about, let alone how to break it.

Maes had been difficult from th
e start. Rude, sarcastic, mean…and yet somehow he’d changed. He wasn’t the same man anymore. He’d help free me from Marcus, even though he knew it could cost him his life. But was it because he wanted freedom from his curse, or was his loyalty genuine?

Daniel
leaned forward, and our gaze met. He looked awful, with bags under his eyes and his hair sticking up in every direction. He’d lost his brother, and was fearful he’d lose me as well. Even seeing his heart breaking
,
I wasn’t sure I could hold on. Life held nothing for me anymore. I had no reason to stay. A dark vortex swirled around me, drowning me in a bottomless pit of shadows. I was inches from the edge, an edge I didn’t know if I could return from. It would trap me in its suffocating grip, and snuff out the last light within me.

A shiver raked me. I just wanted the pain to stop.

Callon adjusted the blanket, pulling it over my shoulders, and I closed my eyes once more. My heart begged for my sunshine, to push the darkness away. Restlessly I waited for the small spark that wouldn’t come.

Callon still
ed, and I looked up, studying his slumbering features. He was my future now. I’d been promised to him from the start, even before I’d ever known I was a Timeless, as I was the last surviving heir of the Kvech clan. He seemed peaceful as he slept, but I knew deep down he was suffering as much as I was. He’d lost his brother, his best friend…his heart was crushed as well.

He seemed to
hover over me protectively, even in his sleep. His gaunt expression, his unshaven whiskers. We were all barely surviving Colt’s death. We were all holding on by a thread. And mine was fraying…

Maes
elbow nudged my leg. He was sitting beside me, and watching me. He had seen me stir. His lips parted as if he wanted to speak, but he said nothing. What could he say? What could
I
say? My last stinging words were to Callon, telling him he’d gotten what he’d wished for. That with Colt gone, I was all his, as he’d wanted from the start. It had been too many days since I’d said it. And I could never take it back.

Yet I hadn’t spoken completely out of grief and anger. Callon had known the truth, but refused to reveal it to me until it was too late.
His refusal to give me information had triggered everything that had led to Colt’s death. Running from the Trackers, meeting Maes, escaping from my guardians, and finally getting captured by Marcus. If he’d told me the whole story when I’d asked, I wouldn’t have acted so rashly.

But then again, he knew me too well. He knew I was stubborn, that I wouldn’t have listened. I’d still have tried to take on destiny by myself, fighting for a way for Colt and
me to be together…

The cabin’s light dimmed
, and I looked away from Maes’s gaze. I was waiting, waiting for the darkness to overtake my soul and finish me off, but that would be too easy. This was going to be long, slow and painful. Why should destiny be kind to me? She’d ripped everything else away. She had no reason to be merciful.

The seat in front
of me moved, and I exhaled. Why couldn’t I sleep? Being Timeless, I didn’t require much, but after the hard traveling and draining journey, I needed rest.

A
fter what seemed like years, a voice broke through the cabin, announcing our arrival to Ireland. The lights flickered on, and Callon touched my shoulder. I lay still, content to stay put, but Callon pulled me up so my seat could be “returned to its upright position.” I sighed.

He drew his arm around me. His mouth pressed near my ear.

“It’s going to be okay, Cheyenne.” A gentle kiss followed. “Another day and we’ll be home at the estate. You’ll have time to rest and heal.”

I stared at my hands, folding them in my lap. It was never going to be okay. Colt had been taken away
, and nothing else mattered. Rest would never find me; my heart would never feel the light again. Besides, what good was a home when not all the family members could be there? It would always have a missing piece…

The plane began to descend, and I felt the vibrations through the floor. The captain announced
that the local time was eleven thirty at night. My jaw tightened. More blackness to feed my distressed heart. Why couldn’t there have been sunlight? Where was the source of strength I needed?

The landing was smooth, and
soon we disembarked. I followed behind Callon as he led us through the terminal, his fingers intertwined with mine. If he hadn’t been pulling me along, I would have remained on the plane. I was only vaguely aware of Daniel and Maes beside us, dragging our bags. I kept my head down, watching the ground. Only part of me registered what was happening as I was escorted to a taxi. Callon moved in beside me and I stared at the picture of the driver hanging on the back of his seat.

Colt should have been here with us. It had been the plan all along, at least initially, before Callon had decided to banish Colt. Why had everyone been so against us? What was wrong with wanting to be with the one you loved
?

“Cheyenne,” Callon said. “Come on, we’re here.”

I hadn’t even noticed the time pass. He tugged on my arm and helped me out of the cab. I looked up to see a hotel. I shivered as a chilly breeze brushed over us. It was as cold and lifeless as I was inside.

It wasn’t long before we were in our room. We were on the fifth floor; the only reason I knew was the annoying chime of the elevator. We stopped just inside and I kept my gaze averted, studying the drab carpeting beneath my feet. Footsteps echoed in different directions as I stood, waiting.

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