Chapter 2

Sylvie Morgan's pov

Sniffing the air, I could smell frying ham, eggs, and hash browns.

Rubbing my tired eyes I rose from bed and patted my exhausted self out to the kitchen.

“Good morn, oh shit…rough night, Sylvie,” Marcus questioned me.

Giving him a glare I nodded and sat at the table to bury my face into my hands.

“Was it those strange dreams again because you've got darkness underneath your bloodshot eyes,” he asked me as he set a cup of coffee before me.

Taking a sip, I said, “This time, there was a female voice that called herself Opal.”

Nodding his head he placed our breakfast at the table and sat down himself.

“Very interesting. Um, your eighteenth birthday is in a couple of weeks, right?"

Giving him an awkward glance, I nodded, told him that it was next week and he smiled at me.

“She said that I would meet her then, isn't that kind of freaky?”

In the middle of chewing Marcus swallowed uncomfortably and asked me if she had told me anything else.

Lifting my fork and poking my egg yolk I huffed and told him everything else this Opal had said about me being unique and special.

“Did she mention why you are so unique and special?”

“No Marcus, the voice didn't elaborate,” I groaned. Marcus patted the top of my hand reassuringly, and I looked up at him with a pitiful frown.

“Slyvie, don't worry about it, all things will work out as they should…Isn't the school's homecoming dance this Friday?”

Narrowing my eyes at him I thought he changed the subject superbly and nodded briefly.

“Did Ethan ask you to go with him? He's a handsome boy.”

“No, we are friends, and it would be weird to think of him as a boy I'd date,” I muttered sourly.

“What do you think about any boys that come up to you,” he asked curiously.

Placing my fork onto my plate, I peeked up at him and said, “The audacity of their nerve to disturb me.”

Chuckling, he shook his head and said, “Hurry and eat. Get ready so I can drop you off at school.”

Scrunching my face, I told him that I could walk, and he cocked his gray brow at me.

“It's pouring rain outside, and I highly doubt you want to get soaked or trudge through mud,” he sighed, and I glanced out the kitchen window to see it covered in droplets.

“Your therapist also asked me if I could take you into the city for an in-person session, and I told her that I would ask you to see if you felt like you needed that. The online meetings are going well, aren't they,” he suddenly asked me.

Shrugging I muttered sourly, “They're a waste of time. I'm over my parent's death, and her diagnosis of my issues seems way off base. I mean I get more comfort speaking with Ethan since he has a similar past.”

“When you turn eighteen you have my blessings to tell her to shove it. Four hundred dollars a session is highway robbery,” Marcus growled sourly causing me to giggle.

Putting my dirty plate into the sink, I told Marcus I'd wash them when I got home from school, then hurried to my room to get ready.

Tying my hair up into a messy bun, I dabbed concealer underneath my eyes and then dressed.

Grabbing my book bag I exited my room and called out for him.

“I'm ready!”

Marcus came out from his bedroom, scooped up his keys, and jingled them in my face.

“Bring your cell phone in case you have to call me for a ride home,” he asserted and I rolled my eyes.

“Ethan will drop me off if I need a ride,” I informed him and he grinned slightly.

“But you have no interest in him,” he teased me and I frowned.

Ethan Harris was cute with his tousled dark hair and light green eyes. Plus he always smelled delicious. I could admit that much, but we had been friends since I first started school, and I didn't want to ruin our friendship by getting romantically attached. Marcus was aware of that so I didn't know what he was trying to insinuate.

Tossing my bag into the middle of the seat I hopped up and got situated inside of his old pickup truck.

The heavy rain had turned into a light mist, causing a gray fog to permeate the forest, creating a horror vibe.

“Thanks for driving me; I would have shuddered having to walk through that,” I commented to Marcus, who chuckled.

“Better watch out for the werewolves, Sylvie,” he teased me yet again and I side-eyed him incredulously.

“Next you will tell me to hide my neck from the vampires,” I muttered and heard him growl.

“Demons are worse,” he murmured, causing me to glare at him as he drove.

“Stop talking nonsense or I will tell Winnie that you're getting dementia!”

“Ha, ha, very humorous, young lady. Did you bring money for your lunch,” he asked and I nodded.

The rest of the drive, Marcus remained quiet, but I was still reeling from the dreams I had had, and when I exhaled deeply, he asked me if I was alright.

Nodding, I told him that I was okay.

“I just want to understand what my dreams mean. I have had some strange ones but last night was the first time I have heard a voice so clearly in my mind,” I sighed.

“We will talk about it more after you get home from school. There are things that I um, I must tell you about your parents,” he said firmly.

Eyeing him oddly I said, “Okay,” worriedly.

Pulling up to the town school he gestured toward the door and said, “Your boyfriend is waiting for you.”

Narrowing my eyes, I saw Ethan waving at me and snorted.

“He's not my boyfriend!”

“Well, he's a boy and your friend, so boyfriend,” Marcus stated, and I rolled my eyes before grabbing my things and jumping out of his truck.

“Have a good day, Sylvie,” he told me with a grin.

Smiling back, I told him the same thing and skipped toward Ethan Harris, who was smiling at me.

Going to stand before him his eyes narrowed as he lifted his finger to my under eyes.

“Did something happen to you,” he asked in concern.

“No, why?”

Feeling him wiping at my cheek and then rubbing his fingers together, I swallowed uncomfortably.

“You only wear makeup when you have a bad night, Sylvie,” he said with concern and looked into my eyes.

It was unnerving how well he knew me, and I knew I couldn't lie to him, so I spilled it all to him.

He listened intently as we headed to class.

After I explained it all he was side-eyeing me with a grin on his face.

“Marcus is going to tell me something about my parents today when I get home,” I blurted.

Nodding his head he said, “Please call me afterward.”

I told him that I would as we went to our assigned seats.