Limbonian
(Vessel of Lost Souls #2)
by Mikki Noble
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy
Release Date: September 15th 2019
Summary:
I am not completely useless.
Although, I feel like it lately. I lose more and more control over my emotions every day and I don't know why. Is it because my best friend was murdered just steps away from me, or because my father has been taken? Maybe it's because I had magic for about five minutes and lost it.
Everyone has a plan to follow. Me? Try to get my powers back or sit around waiting with my tail between my legs—and that's just not going to happen. If getting my magic back is going to help my friends, then that's what I have to do.
How do I fend off an anger that is so compelling and powerful it makes me forget just who the heck I am before I chase off everyone I love? How can I save two people I am destined not to?
by Mikki Noble
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy
Release Date: September 15th 2019
Summary:
I am not completely useless.
Although, I feel like it lately. I lose more and more control over my emotions every day and I don't know why. Is it because my best friend was murdered just steps away from me, or because my father has been taken? Maybe it's because I had magic for about five minutes and lost it.
Everyone has a plan to follow. Me? Try to get my powers back or sit around waiting with my tail between my legs—and that's just not going to happen. If getting my magic back is going to help my friends, then that's what I have to do.
How do I fend off an anger that is so compelling and powerful it makes me forget just who the heck I am before I chase off everyone I love? How can I save two people I am destined not to?
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EXCERPT:
“You aren’t concentrating, Marley,” Gavin
accuses me in his overtly annoyed tone, looking down at me after he’d knocked
me to the ground. My thoughts had strayed. Again. When I look up into his big
brown eyes, I want to forget everything. All my troubles and worries and the
fact that two people I loved are gone. And I have to fight the fact that there
is a very real possibility that one or both of them are never coming back.
“I am concentrating. It’s just that my
powers are gone.” Gavin helps me up. “And I heard this voice.”
Oops. Those words just slipped out and based
on the look Gavin’s giving me, it’s too late to take them back.
“What kind of voice?” he questions, eyebrow
lifted.
“I wasn’t going to say anything. It’s no big
deal.”
“It might be. What kind of voice? Where?
When?”
So, I explain all that I know.
“So, you heard a voice inside your head and
you’re just telling me now. And this voice wants you to get control over
your powers? Well, maybe we shouldn’t be trying to get your powers back. It could
be one of Crystal’s Limbonians.”
“I don’t think so. If it were, he’d have
probably spoken to me before now. And besides, I’m more worried about who I can
save. It can’t be Kimmy. Only Noah can do that.”
“It sounds like a trick to me. Who else could
it be?” he questions, shoving his hands into his pockets.
I brush a hand through my hair and look down
at my shoes. “I have no idea. No clue. He just disappeared, and I didn’t get to
ask questions.” I look back up at him.
“Are you all right? Should I be worried?” He
asks that question like he’s not already up to his eyeballs in concern.
“I don’t think so.”
“Promise to tell me if it happens again?”
“Of course. But right now, we should be out
there looking for Noah. He’s only got three days left.” I decide I’m not trying
to change the subject but that was a good way to change it. “He just shows up
at my house, claiming to be Kimmy’s soul mate and then disappears off the face
of the Earth. And my father is God knows where. Crystal is doing God knows what
to him. I don’t even know if I can save him. So, tell me, how am I supposed to
concentrate on anything else? And with this voice, everything is falling apart,
Gavin.”
My tone sounds angry and annoyed, thankfully
covering my shame. Shame I hadn’t told Gavin about the voice right away. Shame
I hadn’t been able to save Kimmy, and shame I hadn’t been able to get my dad
out from underneath that woman’s clutches.
I let everyone down, especially Kimmy. She
should never have been at that stupid school in the first place. I never should
have accepted her help and put her in danger in the process.
There was more I could have done, should have
done. I know it.
“This is not your fault, love. None of it,”
Gavin tells me. I nod, knowing full well that if he wanted to, he could hear my
thoughts and would know exactly how I’m feeling. “I know it’s a terrible
situation,” he continues, “but we’ll win in the end. If anyone understands how
you feel, it’s me. Trust me, love. But if you want to go and find Noah, let’s
go and do that.”
I sigh and kick the nearest rock at my feet.
“I’m sorry I snapped at you. Again. What’s that now? A hundred times in the
past few days?”
“107 but who’s counting?”
I chuckle. “Let’s take a break and then we’ll
go and find Noah.”
“You know, love, if you want to help anyone,
we need to get your powers under control.”
“Really?” I ask, raising an eyebrow up.
He looks as confused as I am. “What?”
“I just thought I’d have to fight you about
my powers. You seemed worried about their origin.”
Gavin smirks. “Not this time, love.”
“Oh, okay. Good, because the pressure does
not help.”
“All right, all right.” He puts his hands up
in defense.
We go inside since my mom is still at work
for a few more hours. I need to be able to practice my magic and I am forbidden
to practice in the house, per my mother’s request. Something might break, of
course. Or worse, Sammy might see something. It was dangerous practicing
outside—someone might see—so Gavin and I started using the park behind my house
where a wide gulf of trees opens out into a children’s park. No one comes back
here, so it works nicely.
My mother was surprisingly stronger after we
lost my dad the second time—the first she took it a little harder. I expected
her to completely shut down when he’d been kidnapped, but she didn’t. Every day
she gets out of bed and goes about her routine as if nothing happened. She
doesn’t mention anything about my father or Gavin’s ‘trip’—as she calls it when
someone brings up his death-slash-resurrection in front of her. And when we try
to talk to her about it, she nods and says, “uh-uh,” before finding some reason
to excuse herself from the room. I suppose it hurts too much to think that
she’s lost my father, not only once, but twice.
After she was kidnapped by Crystal and saw
magic right before her eyes, I expected my mom to be better about it. But I
have the feeling she hates the fact that I had magic, maybe that magic even
existed in the first place. Who knew?
Gavin opens the back gate and slowly follows
me into the house. “Marley, are you all right?”
I smile back at him. “It’s tough, but there’s
still time to fix this.”
He nods. “Yes,” he says, lifting his arm into
the air. My mother’s vase floats off the shelf.
“Gavin,” I warn.
“Just try to put it back on the shelf.”
“But—”
Gavin smirks, “Come on, love.”
“If my mother catches me using magic in the
house, she’ll tear my head off.”
“If it comes to getting Len back or losing a
vase, I’m sure your mother won’t complain. I won’t let you break anything.”
“Promise?”
He nods.
“Fine.” I wave my hand toward the crystal
vase, concentrating on the task and what I want to accomplish—as Gavin taught
me. I dig down deep, attempting to counter Gavin’s magic. I seek out the light
feeling I enjoy so much, as if I am in a rocket and heading to the moon. I’d
always enjoyed the weightless sensation, even though Gavin’s jokes and says
it’s because of how small I am.
But the magic weightless feeling never
happens.
I growl and swear. “I can’t. Just when I was
getting used to having powers they go away.”
Gavin places the vase back onto the counter,
making it look easy.
“Show-off.”
“Me? I wouldn’t dare.” His brown eyes are
wide with fake shock at the insinuation, though there is a wicked curve to his
mouth.
“You would. And you did,” I tell him,
smirking right back, teasing.
“Doesn’t sound like me.”
“Oh, I’ll tell you what sounds like you.”
Slinking up close to him, I wrap my arms around his neck and link my hands into
his hair. One of my new favorite places to be.
“Tell me,” he whispers, bending his head
slightly. His lids droop to halfway, as if he’s expecting me to kiss him. Just
when he’s about to touch his lips to mine, I snatch a muffin off the counter
and shove it into his mouth. Then I run away, giggling.
I make it to the front door and burst
outside, knowing that Gavin will chase me. He might have magic, but I am the
faster runner. He laughs, following closely behind.
As a car door slams and another one clicks, I
halt, glued to the spot on the lawn where I’d stopped, my stomach starts
churning nerves and twisting them up. Gavin nearly runs into me. He wraps his
arm around my waist before he realizes what’s going on. “Marley? What’s wrong?”
he asks, when I still stand there frozen and in awe. He looks up then sighs.
“Oh. Awk-ward.”
About the Author
As far back as she can remember, Mikki was creating characters and stories in her head. It wasn’t until fate brushed the tip of its wings over her eyes that she began to see that writing was what she was born to do. She loves animals, reading, everything supernatural related, and enjoys spending her free time on social media whenever she can.
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