Chapter 35

Ophelia

The next morning I was abruptly woken by Lucille screeching my name so loudly that I was sure the Moon Goddess herself could hear her cries.

It startled me so thoroughly that I was ripped from sleep. My mothers journal tumbled from my chest where it had laid all night and onto the floor.

“OPHELIA!”

I shoved it beneath my mattress, threw on what I hoped was a clean change of clothes, and rushed downstairs.

The moment I spotted Lucille’s red face, her lips puckered with anger, I knew I was in for it. Kimberly stood further back, leaning against one of the pillars flanking the entrance to the lounge.

I’d just reached the bottom step when she lashed out. Her hand flew from her side and cracked across my face before I could blink. Pain danced along my lower lip, followed by something wet. I reached up to touch it and found my fingers slick with blood.

The familiar crackle and roar of a brewing storm began to take place in my chest. It had become easier to call on it as of late.

Luc