Bride of the Sea (The Prophecy of Sisters #2) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,17

a word that I’m saying. So far, I know mine, sleep, eat, and better. I don’t know how we can have any kind of conversation together, this whole thing is beyond my wildest dreams.

Letting out a sigh, I lean back against his strong chest. I don’t know why I’m putting all of my trust in this stranger, this gigantic, sexy as shit, stranger, but I am.

It’s not like I have much of a choice, though. He’s claimed me and my body has claimed him right back, even if my head is screaming that this may not be quite right.

We’re riding toward the sea, I can smell the salty air, practically taste it too. Glancing down, I gasp, unable to hold in my surprise. There is sand, but it’s hot pink. Not just pink, like the pink sand in the Bahamas, but this is almost neon-colored.

“Aaric,” I shout.

He tugs back on his horses’ reins, stopping the beautiful creature. Looking back at him, I tell him that I have to get off. His brows pinch together, he shakes his head in confusion, but I point to the ground.

Without another word, I slide off of the horse, falling flat on my ass, but I don’t care. Aaric calls my name, but I ignore him as I run toward the beach, toward the hot pink sand. It’s too beautiful to ignore.

I don’t know how it got here, and I’m now one hundred percent convinced that I am not in New York, not even in the United States. That should terrify me, but I’m too mesmerized by the sand beneath my feet.

Sinking down to my ass, I dig my fingers in the sand, letting it sift through them. It’s so soft, almost like refined sugar. I’ve never felt anything like it before. It’s amazing. I hear footsteps crunching through the sand behind me and I know that it’s Aaric, probably angry with me for the way I flew off of the horse and ran toward the beach.

“Liv,” his voice rumbles.

Taking a handful of sand, I lift it up as I turn to look at him. “It’s amazing,” I breathe.

He tilts his head to the side, then shakes it a couple of times as his eyes search my face and he realizes that this is not an act of defiance, but rather of wonder.

“Koma,” he murmurs, holding his hand out for me, palm up.

The sand falls from my hand and my lips twitch into a smile as I reach up for him. “Come,” I say, glad that I can add another word to his strange language that I understand.

He dips his chin as he tugs me up to my feet. I expect him to guide me back to his horse, but he doesn’t. Instead, he turns me around in his arms, pulling me back against his chest. I hold my breath as his hand wraps around the front of my throat, and forces my gaze to lift straight ahead.

I gasp at the sight of the fleet of ships in front of me. There aren’t just one or two, there are at least a dozen. They are huge, wooden, and from what I can tell carved with details that I can’t make out. They are gorgeous, they cannot be real and there is no way that they will float let alone sail in the ocean.

Then my eyes flick to the water and I let out a scream. Aaric turns me around to look into my eyes, but I know that what he sees is nothing but wild terror and that is because the water is bright green. Not just gross, mildewed funky water green, but green-green.

Lifting my hands, I grip his shirt and hold on to it tightly. “That water is green Aaric not just a little green, but it’s really really green. What the hell is going on, where the hell am I? You kidnapped me, I was falling for it all, but what the fuck?” I scream during my entire rambling session.

Aaric stares at me, half-horrified and half-curious as I rant and rave about the color of the ocean. “Aaric,” I sigh. “You can’t understand me.”

He shakes his head and I think that maybe he understands at least that much, but his lips turn up into a smirk before he dips his chin and touches those beautiful lips to the center of my forehead.

“Heim, Liv,” he mutters against my forehead.

“I really wish we could talk to one another. I mean, if you really kidnapped me,