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    Shadowed Memories: Half-Blood Princess, #3
    Shadowed Memories: Half-Blood Princess, #3
    Shadowed Memories: Half-Blood Princess, #3
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    Shadowed Memories: Half-Blood Princess, #3

    By Magen McMinimy

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    In this third installment of the Half-Blood Princess Series, Sophia’s life is about to be changed forever. With Sage’s life in the balance Sophia must call upon power she never knew coursed through her. Secrets hidden come to light as she fights haunting dreams, memories of Sage’s past, and a dark prophecy seeming destined to come true that will change all involved.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMagen McMinimy
    Release dateOct 15, 2013
    ISBN9781507037577
    Shadowed Memories: Half-Blood Princess, #3

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      Shadowed Memories - Magen McMinimy

      Prologue

      Sophia

      On this night

      In this haunted hour

      I call upon night’s magic power

      Breathe to life this undead soul

      Let him walk through times untold

      Restore what was lost

      This childe of the night

      Let him rise in night’s moonlight

      ––––––––

      I said the spell three times—as the book specified—after having poured the potion in Sage’s mouth. The amulet was securely fastened around his neck and we were in the living room, surrounded by candlelight. I’d moved him in there after kicking everyone out and locking the house down.

      I watched him closely, sending out a prayer that this would work. I hadn’t allowed myself to contemplate the grief I would suffer if it didn’t. As I recited the last line, the candle flames flared and then all but five went out. Sage’s eyes flew open and he gasped for the unnecessary breath. I pulled him to me and exposed my neck. I could have given him my wrist to feed from, but I wanted to hold him. To feel his muscles move. To know that there was undead life and blood running through him. He caressed my neck, searching for the perfect spot, before latching on and sinking his teeth in.

      Chapter One

      Sophia

      Sage! Sometimes you’re no fun to play with; you should let me run a little. After all, the chase is part of the fun.

      I disagree, Sofie. I much prefer to catch you. He winked those beautiful brown eyes at me.

      Laughter sang out through the garden as he nuzzled my neck and swung me around, while my delicate silk dress flowed in the mid-summer air. We fell to the ground and Sage leaned over me.

      I take it back. I smiled and caressed his cheek. It is quite fun when you catch me.

      He leaned in and kissed me—sweet, light, chaste kisses. The day was hot and the air smelled of warm grass and columbine. The kiss deepened and became something more—laced with desire and a hint of lust. My body was flushed and all I wanted was more. He pulled back and brushed my dark brown hair back... Dark brown? And why had he called me Sofie?

      Sofie, have you thought more about it? Will you let me change you?

      Sage, I fear the world you live in. Am I not enough the way that I am?

      Of course you are, but there is no reason to fear it. You will always be safe with me.

      I know, my love. Who knew that here in Venice; I would fall in love with a vampire.

      He got up and helped me to my feet.

      Memories flashed before me; days and weeks and months and years, wonderful walks through the country side and elaborate parties. Passionate, love-filled nights—nights of Sage and a version of myself I didn't recognize.

      Sofie, Sage cried as he held my hand while sitting at my bed side.

      I love you, Sage. Our time together was too short, but I’ve loved you for more than a lifetime’s worth.

      I wish you would let me change you.

      It’s not the right life for me—this is my end.

      I know. He wept. But I will find you again. In time you will return to this world and I will have the chance to love you once more.

      I smiled and coughed the last breath I would take as Sage’s love, Sofie.

      ****

      I was thrust back to my living room as Sage broke our link and pulled back, tears in his eyes as he stared at me. I felt it too; a connection born of the memories we just shared. My body felt heated and longed for him, feeling an ache built of centuries of separation. And a passionate love I could not deny.

      I reached out and stroked his cheek; he grabbed my hand and squeezed it. Part of me knew it was wrong— but I ignored that part as I leaned in and kissed Sage. My heart pounded and my body rejoiced in the familiarity of his kiss, the way his tongue instantly knew what I liked. The way he captured mine, sucking on it ever so lightly. I moaned and pulled him tighter to me.

      I felt the draw of his essence, every touch, smell, and kiss was familiar, and I was helpless against it. I wanted him. I wanted to explore every inch of his body, to feel the passion of those memories here and now. I pulled him on top of me and slowly unbuttoned his shirt while still kissing him. Moving my mouth down to his neck, teasing it with my tongue, I lightly bit him, taking slow draws of his blood in. He ran his hands along my side, and I arched my back as he pulled my shirt off. I twisted my fingers in his thick, soft hair and brought his lips back to mine. He reached down to unbutton my jeans, but even while I encouraged him, he hesitated.

      Sophia, we can’t do this.

      His voice was rough and husky. While I could tell he truly did believe that, it was hard for him to convince his own body, but he was right nonetheless. I had no right to do this to Dante. I had to take a deep breath to calm myself and gain my composure again.

      I’m sorry, Sage.

      You have nothing to be sorry for. There was a sadness to his voice now. It was filled with grief and it was so unusual—a tone I’d never heard in his deep voice before.

      God, I don’t even know what to say right now... Did you know I was her?

      No, and I don’t know how I missed it. I was drawn to you the first time I met you, you reminded me of her and you look similar, but I never thought you were— He shook his head, at a loss for words.

      Why didn’t you ever tell me about her?

      Why would I? It’s a sad story, kid.

      But I’m your best friend and you loved her.

      I know, but it was a long time ago, and love never seems to really work out for me, he said ruefully.

      That’s not true, Sage. Don’t say that.

      It is true. I lost Sofie over three hundred years ago, and had I fought for you from the beginning, I wouldn’t be sitting here now—having to say, this isn’t right.

      He looked at me through deep brown, saddened eyes.

      Right or not, I can’t deny it. I pushed back a piece of dark, silky hair from his face.

      What do you mean?

      I mean my heart... I loved your brother and I love Dante, but I’ve always loved you. I never thought there was a chance for us, so at some point I became content. More resigned really, to just having you as my best friend, but after what I felt, I don’t know if that’s enough.

      It may have to be, he said desolately.

      Because of Dante.

      And Ash...

      Did he know Sofie? Could he have known I was her?

      He nodded. I suppose he may have.

      What am I supposed to do when I love both you and Dante? How can I hurt another man I love?

      I don’t know, Sophia. You shouldn’t have to choose so I will simplify the situation.

      What do you mean?

      He leaned over, kissing my cheek, and then pulling me tight to him. It wasn’t a normal Sage bear hug and something about that sent alarms off in me.

      Thank you for fighting for me and for saving me. I love you as my best friend and so much more. So I will not be a reason for you to tear yourself apart. Take care of yourself and those you love; tell the others I am sorry, and know my heart is always with you.

      A tear ran down his cheek as he gently kissed me. He captured my wrist as I attempted to wrap my arms around his neck.

      No Sophia, I can’t stay.

      Why? Where are you going, Sage?

      Close your eyes, please.

      I closed my eyes and felt his cool lips and the wetness of a warm tear against my forehead. He let go my wrists and placed my hands in my lap. When I opened my eyes a few brief seconds later, he was no longer there.

      I didn’t bother running to the door or trying to follow him. I knew all too well that he was gone. I slept against the couch that night, never getting up off the floor.

      Chapter Two

      Sophia

      I woke early the next morning to my cell ringing. I was surprised to see it was Rachel and not Dante.

      It’s early, I answered.

      I know, but we were all worried and I had to know what happened to Sage.

      He’s alive, or well as much as a vampire can be, and he left last night after the spell.

      Oh, thank god! she sighed in relief. Where did he go?

      I don’t know, I said. My tone was harsh, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. He was gone and, as hard as that would be on her, the pain was stifling for me and I had no idea where he was.

      You let him just leave? Did you kick him out too?

      Hmm... how quickly she moved from relief to being irritated.

      Hey, you’re pissed, Rachel. I get it—but if you want to talk about what I did last night we can do it in person. I am not in the mood to do it over the phone.

      What happened to you?

      I had a rough night. Are you at the Baikov’s?

      Yes, we all are.

      Does that include Ash?

      Yes. Where else did you expect him to go? He’s worried about his brother.

      "I’ll be there

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