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“My point is, fill the books with your thoughts and bind them tightly.” Grandma nodded, looking much more serious. “Tuck the books on their shelves and leave them there.”
“That’s it?” I questioned. It seemed far too easy.
“That’s it.” Grandma nodded, “The more you practice, the easier it will get. But I’ll warn you Daisy, it’s all too easy for the books to be shredded when you’re first starting out.”
“Got it.” I nodded. How hard could it be to keep my brain books from being touched?
‘Listen to Grandma.’ Maya rolled her eyes, ‘She knows more than us.’
‘So you’ll listen to Grandma and not me?’ I scoffed, ‘Figures.’
‘You get us into trouble.’ Maya pointed out, ‘Grandma doesn’t, and she makes amazing brownies.’
Grandma let me use my old bedroom to practice. She promised to ensure Dad wouldn’t bother me while I practiced.
I laid down on my bedroom floor, positioned in the middle of the room.
Clearing my mind was incredibly difficult, not that I was surprised.
Once my own inner voice quieted, images of Nolan and Tristan flashed through my mind.
Nolan with his delicious dark hair, tousled to perfection.
Tristan with his light locks and porcelain skin, his swirling blue eyes mischievous.
I forced the images away as best I could, wishing Maya could provide some assistance.
Grandma made it clear that Maya couldn’t help. Whatever mind tricks the Vampire’s used, it suppressed our wolves. Maya would be no use to me if they managed to slip inside my mind.
The oasis in my head was fuzzy at first, the details an annoying haze. As I continued taking steady breaths, the image became clearer.
Crystal blue waters, swaying wheat grass, and the scent of nature in the air.
I imagined myself delving deep within my own head, a library forming around me.
Rows upon rows of empty books lined oak shelves, each cover a different style and color.
I walked the dark halls of my mind, plucking a deep amber book from it’s place on the shelf. The cover was dark, but intertwined with threads of gold.
I thumbed through the rough pages, each one blank and without words.
I figured I’d start with the beginning.
I let my memories of Scott flow from my mind and into the tightly bound book.
Memories flashed and swirled around me.
Scott and I running through the pack house, his Mom chasing after us. The time we went to the homecoming dance together. Every memory I had of Scott pulsed through my mind, filling the pages of the book.
When I looked down at the book, the pages were full. Messy script depicted each memory I ever had with Scott, all leading up to our encounter in the woods.
I tucked the book back on the shelf, and moved onto the next one.
I had no idea how long it took me, as time seemed to be still in my mind.
Book after book, memory after memory. Leather bound books, hard cover books, short books, withered books. Each were as different and unique as the memories being placed within them.
I finished with my memories of Alpha Nolan, every last one of them. His book was larger than the others, the cover a startling shade of black, flecks of silver embedded into the cover.
I stepped back to observe my handiwork, satisfied with what I had done.
When I opened my eyes, I realized three things.
One, the sun was beginning to set in the sky.
Two, my body was incredibly sore.
Three, I had the most k****r migraine.
‘Well?’ Maya’s voice filled my head instantly, ‘How did it go?’
I cringed at the sound of her voice in my head, my dull bedroom lights igniting a painful throb.
‘It’s all done.’ I grimaced as I replied to her, ‘Every memory tucked away.’
‘It was that easy?’ Maya frowned skeptically, ‘Grandma said it wouldn’t be easy.’
‘Didn’t seem too hard.’ I shrugged, ‘Maybe it’s a half-vampire thing.’
‘Maybe.’ Maya scowled. She didn’t seem very convinced.
Grandma was happy to let me stay for dinner, Dad grumbled a ‘hello’ and pulled me in for a tight hug.
The conversation was light, occasionally drifting over to Sean.
“I can’t help but wonder where he is.” Dad frowned, scratching at the stubble on his chin.
“He’s probably somewhere warm, somewhere with a beach near by.” I shrugged, the hint of a smile forming on my face. “He always said he’d live at the beach if he could.”
“Well, I hope he comes back soon.” Dad nodded, but his face held less worry. “It was nice having another man around.”
Dad snickered at his last comment, flashing me one of his old cheeky grins.
“Oh really?” I cocked my eyebrow at him, shooting Grandma an incredulous glance. “What’s so bad about us females?”
“Ever since you and your Grandma came back, the house has smelled funny.” Dad shook his head, his eyes glistening with amusement. “Lilac, vanilla, and all those sweet smells.”
Dad faked a shudder and chuckled as Grandma whacked him with a pot holder.
“Better than the smell of body odor and days old pizza.” Grandma shook her head pitifully, “And to think
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