Never Let You Fall (The Prophecy of Tyalbrook)

Never Let You Fall

Never

Let You

Fall

Michele G Miller

Never Let You Fall

By Michele G Miller

Copyright © 2013 Michele G Miller

E-book Edition

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This book is a work of fiction. The characters, events, and places portrayed in this book are products of the author's imagination and are either fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I will forever be indebted to the following people:

Blogger Heather ‘SupaGurl’ Robbins for convincing me to go to YALL Fest 2012, adding me to the SupaGurl Books family and for being an awesome blogger, “fake” publicist and friend.

Author Nancy Straight, who hosted me during YALL Fest 2012. You answered all of my writing questions and gave me perfect advice. Three months later this book was born!

Author Amy Bartol for creating characters so compelling in The Premonitions Series that you brought an amazing clan of Reed and Brennus fans into my life. Your books were the key that sparked my blogging and reviewing which led to my writing again.

To my “Booster” Club listed on my blog. The #bondcrew, blogging friends, writing partners, Lovers of Paranormal group on Goodreads and my beta-readers.

To those who made my cover so beautiful, thank you.

Model Madalyn Vieira

Cover Photographer Nikolai Designs

Cover Design by K Keeton Designs

Last but so not least my AMAZING editor

Stacy T Sanford

You fixed my tenses, deleted my excessive commas and put up with my e-mails “just a bit” :)

[email protected]

Twitter: @chelemybelles

Facebook: Michele G. Miller

Goodreads: Michele G. Miller

To Grayson, Gabriel and Isabelle you inspire me daily.

Always remember to hold fast to your dreams, they CAN come true!

To Jonathan

Thank you for never letting
me
fall

I love you with all my heart and soul

To My Savior

I can do all this through him who gives me strength- Phil 4:13

CONTENTS

One - My Reality

Two - Nightmares

Three - Do You Feel It

Four - Run

Five - I Must Look A Fright

Six - Tyalbrook

Seven - History

Eight - Jealousy

Nine - You Are Everything

Ten - The Plan

Eleven - There's More

Twelve - Hideaway

Thirteen - Everything Changes

Fourteen - I Trust You

Fifteen - Selene

Sixteen - Together

Seventeen - Going Home

Eighteen - Secrets

Nineteen - Practicing Magic

Twenty - Dream A Little Dream

Twenty One - For Your Own Good

Twenty Two - Brave

Twenty Three - Trust

Twenty Four - Village Sheridan

Twenty Five - Virtue

Twenty Six - White

Twenty Seven - Unforgivable

Twenty Eight - Unexpected Company

Twenty Nine - Three Days Time

Thirty - Lost

A Special Excerpt from Blood Debt by Nancy Straight

Prologue

“Skye?”

A distinctly male voice called out to me.

“Skye? Can you hear me?”

As the voice kept barking questions, something warm touched my cheek. My head lolled back as I tried to pry my eyes open to see who was yelling at me. They wouldn’t cooperate, and my head spun dizzily.

“What the hell are you trying to do to yourself, Skye?” The voice asked, as I felt myself being lifted into a strong pair of arms. I rested my head on his chest and closed my eyes as he carried me away.

“Skye?” the voice whispered in my ear. I could hear a touch of fear in his voice. It was deep and strong and laced with panic.

Groaning, I rolled over slowly. “Stop shaking me,” I heard my voice reply. I was so groggy that I couldn’t tell what was up or down, and my stomach and head felt as if I had been on a boat for weeks, they were so topsy turvy.

I felt something hot touch my ice cold head again, as a worried sound was emitted from my male companion. I actually felt myself push into the warmth, trying to seek out more.

“Skye? What did you do tonight?” his familiar voice asked. Why was it familiar? I couldn’t make out who he was. I tried again to open my eyes, but found myself starting to retch.

“Damn,” he spat out; the panic in his voice gone now as he rolled me over. I emptied my stomach of the mostly liquid diet and I was spent. The smell was so revolting, and I wanted to remove my clothes, but I couldn’t get my arms to cooperate with my brain. Or perhaps it was that my brain wasn’t functioning properly? I choked out a sob and asked my rescuer to help me, but there was no answer.

“Hello?” I called out weakly, as I lifted my head and tried to take in my surroundings through my tear-blurred and alcohol-induced hazy vision.

“C’mon,” he replied, startling me from behind. “Let’s get you cleaned up so you can sleep this off.”

I could feel him as he sat me up and struggled to pull my vomit-stained shirt off. I tried to help him, but all I succeeded in doing was rolling from one side to the other. After a few moments, his strong arms picked me up again and carried me into a bathroom. He easily placed me into the shower, holding me up under my arms, while he stood behind me. I felt the hot water begin to stream down my front.

Xander

I was sickened by her behavior, again, as I stood in the shower and held her in my arms. Her head hung low, as the water hit her hair and streamed down in a waterfall; rinsing vomit from the long, dark brown strands. She was so wasted, that her entire weight rested on my arms. If I were to let go of her, she would collapse like a rag doll.

I gritted my teeth as I thought about what she was doing to herself time after time, going to parties and drowning her sorrows. She was running from something that she would never be able to outrun - not on her own anyway, she just didn’t know that yet. I had been watching her from afar for so long, but that night I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t watch her kill herself anymore.

My arms were wrapped around her waist, and my fingers skimmed the soft skin of her ribs below her breasts. It was torture! Removing her shirt had been necessary, since it had been covered in vomit and liquor. Standing behind her, I tried to keep my hands from roaming over her bare skin too much. Her low rise jeans were slipping down from the weight of the water, revealing more and more of the small of her trim back.

I needed to get away from her - and quickly - because the longer I stood with her in my arms, the harder it was for me to remain aloof.

As her Guardian, I was not supposed to make contact with her. I was to watch her from afar and keep her safe until it was time for her to learn about us. As I thought about the consequences I would probably face because of this night, I felt her shoulders start to shake. She was crying quietly and I leaned in, trying to hear what she was mumbling.

“Are you safe?” she whispered brokenly over and over. I remained quiet for a few minutes, waiting for her to say more, but she just kept repeating herself.

Finally, she managed to voluntarily move her arms and pushed her hair back from her face. Still unsteady on her feet, she looked over her shoulder and raised big brown eyes to my face. They were dilated still, but seemed a little clearer. She stared into my eyes as she spoke once more, “Are you safe?”

I couldn’t pretend that I didn’t know what she was asking, as I looked into those eyes and saw the tears stream down her pale face. Her voice was shaky, and the small hand that held the hair back from her face was trembling.

Although I could tell she was standing a bit straighter, I was still supporting most of her weight. Sighing, I resigned myself to the trouble I was about to get myself into.

“Yes, Skye.” I leaned down, holding her eyes with my own. “I promise you, I am safe.”

She gasped as she heard my answer, and to my astonishment, immediately broke into loud sobs as she crumpled into my chest. I sank down to the tile floor and held her close to my chest as she cried.

The steaming hot water of the shower pulsed down on us and washed her tears down the drain, along with the last of my resolve to stay away from her.

ONE - MY REALITY

Skye

I woke up to the same cold, empty loneliness that I had been waking up to for years. As I slowly opened my eyes, I stretched a bit to test how severe my inevitable hangover was. Tentatively I turned my head, and my whole body protested the small movement. Even my eyeballs hurt as I rolled to my side and pulled the comforter up and over my head.

My fingers registered the foreign soft texture of the blankets before my head did, and my eyes flew open as I took in the clean scent of the sheets. I sat up as quickly as I could without getting sick and looked around at my surroundings. “What the…?”

I was lying in a large bed with a fluffy white comforter - a far cry from the usual scratchy blanketed twin bed I was used to - in what was probably the nicest hotel room I had ever seen. And I was alone.

“Hello?” I called out vaguely remembering my savior from the night before. I looked down and cringed when I realized that I was dressed only in my bra and panties, and again I wished I could remember what had transpired the evening before.

Sighing, I brought my knees to my chest and took deep breaths as a wave of nausea washed over me. I tried to recall who had helped me last night and what I had done. I knew that I had gone to a party with my friend Janelle and her boyfriend Rex, and had then proceeded to drink away my sorrow and fears.

It was a crazy party with a lot of drugs, a lot of alcohol and a lot of guys groping the goods. I racked my brain as I tried to recall who I had hooked up with, which would have led to me being in a hotel room partially undressed. The situation was not something that was ‘par for the course’ for me. Typically I just drank myself into oblivion and then ended up back at the house, courtesy of Janelle and Rex. Hookups were not my thing; that took at least a small amount of trust, and trust was just something I didn’t do.

Looking around again, my mind took in my surroundings. I surmised that I must have been in one of the nicer hotels in the uptown area. It was certainly not a ‘by the hour’ type of establishment.

“Nope,” I told myself, “this was not a random hookup with any of the normal losers. No one I know could afford this place.”