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“2013,” she says, peering curiously at me before she averts
her eyes.

Oh crap. I have time travelled to a different universe, not
a different time, only this one is not the same as the other one. Definitely
not. This is…shit. This is what Corinne wondered about there being others.

“Aefre,” CK says as he sweeps majestically down the stairs
in his dressing gown. Looking stunning, I might add, as he hasn’t tied the belt
and is wearing only a pair of black pajama bottoms. He is followed by
two…handmaidens? “Are you unwell, my love?” he asks me, still with the Italian.

“I am fine,” I say firmly in English and all eyes go to me.
The two girls bow quickly and drop to their knees lifting my bare feet to place
them in slippers. “CK, we need to talk,” I say.

“Who is this ‘CK’ you keep calling me?” he asks, gesturing
expansively.

Okay, clearly this timeline me doesn’t call him CK either.
“Constantine. We need to talk. Can you please tell me where I can find Cole and
Devon?”

“Who?” he asks with a frown.

“Cole and Devon,” I say, rounding on him with my own frown
and the gathering people step back, lowering their eyes. Oh yeah, this is more
like it. There’s the fear. Apparently having had my sire give me my Queen
status a thousand years ago has worked nicely in my favor.

“I don’t know who you mean, my love,” he says and shakes his
head. “Marguerite,” he snaps, “do we have anyone on the service called Cole or
Devon?”

She shakes her head quickly, the growing look of panic on
her face is matching my own growing panic. “Cole and Devon!” I yell at him,
grabbing the front of his dressing gown. “Don’t fuck with me Constantine. Where
are they?”

“My sweet. Calm yourself. You are making a scene.” He tries
to placate me with that soothing tone of his. “There is no one here by that
name.” I let go of him and step back. Everyone steps back even further as I
turn my hand on my mouth, the other on my stomach. I am going to be sick. I try
again to get back to my 2013 but it doesn’t work. I am stuck here in her body,
as this definitely isn’t my own, without my two beloved boys. And what about
everyone else? Do I not have them either? Is Lincoln here? Xane? Cade, even?

“Aefre?” Constantine says again, putting a hand on my
shoulder.

I open my mouth to ask about the others but get interrupted.

“Is everything all right here?” A small rush of relief goes
through me as in spite of the Italian I recognize the voice.

I spin towards him and smile, “You’re here.”

Epilogue

Miami, USA, 2013 - Aefre

I wake up in an unfamiliar bed with cotton sheets. White
cotton sheets. Eurgh. Is this a hotel? I peer around in distaste. How on earth
did I get here? And where is here?

“Aefre. You’re awake,” Constantine says to me in English,
which is odd as he strides towards me in an unfamiliar suit and sits next to me
on the bed. He drops his mouth to mine with a quick kiss me and I blink at him
and kiss him back with a deeper kiss, which he responds to after a slight
hesitation. At least he is here. He peers at me before he says, “Your husband
rang, he is running late, but everyone else is here. They want to see you.
Can’t even go a day without your company.” He chortles and stands up.

I frown at him. “My husband? Everyone?” I say in English
as he talking to me in the language.

He tilts his head and frowns, “Are you well, my sweet?
Did you have another dream?”

Dream? “No, I am fine,” I say. “Give me a minute?”

“Of course. I like your accent. Decided to go with a
change after a thousand years?” he says with his perfect smile.

What does he mean a change in accent? I have had a
perfectly cultured Italian accent which I find quite charming, especially when
talking in this language, for as long as I can remember. Whatever is going on, I
seem to be somewhere that is not my world. I smile at Constantine who doesn’t
appear to be my husband, but someone else’s, as I notice the ring he wears, but
it is not the ring I gave him. I say again, “A minute, please.”

He is looking at me curiously and says, “We will be in
the sitting room.”

I nod as he closes the door. The first thing I notice
then is that my own rings are all different. And I have no markings on my arms.
I peer over my shoulder and see that I have the Dragon on my back. I look again
at my hands. Well, not my hands. Long black nails that go with the--I squint at
it--five-carat black diamond engagement ring and black diamond wedding ring. I
have a ring on my thumb which on closer inspection appears to be the one made
of Faerie Silver and
the blue diamond is on my right ring finger.
Wherever I am, it seems I am not married to Constantine but to some other man
who is running late. I wonder why Constantine has given me this ring, what I
think of as my centuries-late engagement ring, to wear on my right hand. I
quickly get out of the bed and get dressed. Pulling on a smart black pantsuit
and white shirt from, well, that’s a good question. I look at myself in the
mirror. I look like me. The only difference is my posture. I pull myself up to
my full height as I slip on the shoes left by the dresser. Hm, Louboutins.

I pick up the phone on the bedside cabinet and see that
the date and year is the same. The time says 7:45 PM. The damn thing is locked
with a passcode, but I am pleased to see that the lock screen is a photo of
myself and Constantine. Well, what I can only imagine is another me and her
Constantine. Somehow it appears I have switched bodies and lives and time with
another me. I always wondered if alternate universes exist and apparently they
do. Seems she has the power to move through the space-time continuum. I
certainly don’t but I try to get back to Italy and my time anyway and failing
as I expected. I will just have to sit this out until she finds a way to switch
us back. I look out of the window and I don’t know where I am. Well, I suppose
I will have to go and face this “everyone” he spoke of. Whoever they might be.
Should I mention that I am not theirs? One doesn’t know the proper protocol for
something like this. I decide to wait and see.

I exit the bedroom and “everyone” turns to stare at me.
Hm, quite the crowd. I take them all in one at a time, starting with
Constantine.

The End

Begin book Seven of the Forever series now:

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Other Books by Eve Newton

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(The Forever Series Book One)

The Power
of One (The Forever Series Book Two)

Revelation
(The Forever Series Book Three)

Choices
(The Forever Series Book Four)

The Ties
That Bind (The Forever Series Book Five)

Trials (The
Forever Series Book Six)

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About the Author

I was born in
England and grew up in South Africa. I moved back to England in 1997 and met my
husband, now separated, but we have two beautiful children: a girl and a boy.

I am currently
studying towards a BA in English Language & Literature, which is something
I have always wanted to do and never had the time before. I enjoy the finer
things in life. I love Louboutins and fast cars & my beloved Manchester
United. A perfect evening in, is good wine, candles and a good book!

I have always
loved to read, anything Paranormal catches my interest, and writing has always
been a passion of mine so I decided to take the plunge and combine the two into
a series novels. I have many more ideas churning around in my head and can’t
wait to get them down on paper!

I hope you enjoy
reading my books as much as I enjoy writing them!

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