Bride of the Sea (The Prophecy of Sisters #2) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,28
be okay with this, but decide against it. They have zero say at all. Aaric is the one that I need to address it with, but since he’s totally vanished, I guess I’ll keep my mouth shut until he decides to appear again.
Runa and the seeress wash my hair while I stare at the closed door. It surprises me that they don’t ask any questions. They’ve given me a lot of information to think about. A prophecy. How is this possible?
Then it hits me.
It hits me.
Like a freight train.
“Sybilla,” I whimper.
“Shhh, just relax,” Runa murmurs.
Turning my head to the side, I find the seeress’s gaze with my own. “My sister,” I rasp.
Her eyes widen, she takes a step toward me. “What about her?”
“She went missing a few weeks ago. I hired a private investigator. He said she just vanished. He couldn’t find any evidence of her being taken, of anything happening to her. Could she be somewhere around here?”
The seeress looks at Runa. They stare at one another, but I can’t read their expressions. The room is silent, the only sound is the slight sloshing of the water as my hair drips into the tub. Silently, I wonder if there’s a razor somewhere, I could really use a good leg and armpit shave.
“How many sisters do you have, Liv?” the seeress asks.
Flicking my gaze to hers, I bite my bottom lip. “I have three and before you even ask, we all have different hair and eye colors with the same parents.”
“It’s true, gods,” Runa breathes. “I thought maybe, maybe not…”
“It’s true,” the seeress says with a nod. “I knew that she was different, that she was made for our konungr, I could sense her presence and see her bright aura before they met.”
“Blessed and sent by the gods to our konungr to fulfill the prophecy,” Runa murmurs.
Shaking my head, I’m careful not to get water everywhere when my gaze flicks from one of them to the other. “But how do I find my sister?” I ask. “I need to see her. I need to know that she’s okay.”
“I must talk to Aaric,” Hillevi whispers.
She turns from us and walks out of the door without looking back. Frowning, I look back to Runa who is staring after the closed door. Her body jerks as if she breaks her train of thought, then looks down at me and smiles softly.
“Let’s finish up before you catch a cold. Seeress won’t mind if you wear one of her dresses. We’ll get you fresh and pretty for Aaric’s arrival.”
I don’t tell her that Aaric can shove himself right up his own ass. I don’t say anything. I let her wash my hair. I use the pretty smelling soaps and wash my body, glad that it doesn’t smell like the soap Aaric had when I had to bathe in the river.
There is a small drying cloth that Runa hands me before she turns to a dresser. Drying off, I wrap my hair in the towel and turn toward her. She’s already standing in front of me holding the dress up.
Lifting my arms, I slip them inside of the dress, then turn around so that she can fasten it. I’m thankful that Seeress is around my same size and that this dress actually fits me unlike the other one that I had.
Runa guides me over to the chair and starts to fiddle with my hair. I don’t bother asking her what she’s doing or why, it feels too good and I’m suddenly exhausted. Dipping my chin against my chest, I close my eyes and fall asleep as she plays with my hair.
AARIC
“I hear a rider,” I bark.
Standing from the table, I walk over to the window and watch a single rider make their way toward the cabin.
“Your hearing is odd,” Gunnar grumbles.
The rider approaches and my adrenaline escapes as I realize that it’s merely a woman. A moment later I realize that it is the seeress. I let out a hiss, then turn to face my men.
“It is the seeress, let’s meet her outside.”
They follow behind me as I lead the way. It’s not that I have some sort of fear for her being in my space, but this is a personal place. This is a place where only my men have met with me, it is not for just anyone.
“Seeress,” I call out as her horse gallops to a stop.
She jumps from the beast and rushes toward me. “May I speak freely, my Konungr?”