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You have to start somewhere Even when it hurts To try and take one step forward Instead of two steps back In order to move on You may have to remember again It may sting It may burn The knots on the surface Once untied Can help loosen those tight knots That live in your mind That live in your heart and soul Through time and God's grace These wounds can heal.

Chapter 7 Zacarias crossed over to wear Jacques lay on the bed. "You are alright, yes?" he asked. "Yes I am. But do not think about asking me to help you in healing your brother." Jacques said. "I came up here to ask Gregori if HE could help heal Manolito." Gregori shook his head. "I am afraid that I cannot. I am too exhausted from healing Jacques. Perhaps another healer can assist you." Everyone turned their gazes on Shea, who was oblivious to the conversation that had just taken place. "Why is everyone looking at me?" she asked. "They want you to heal Manolito, Shea," Jacques said. "You should do it." "I don't want to leave y

Chapter 6 Aidan Savage walked into the kitchen of Mikhail Dubrinsky's home. Aidan had a difficult time holding back a sneeze, and without warning, it came, scaring Alexandria, his lifemate, half-to-death. "Holy crap, Aidan! Why on Earth did you do that?" Alexandria asked breathlessly. "I am sorry cara mia. I did not know that you were in here." Aidan said apologetically. "Don't lie to me, Aidan. You did that on purpose," Alexandria scolded. "And I thought that lifemates couldn't lie to one another. Aidan smiled smugly. To stop himself from laughing at his lifemate's angry face, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into his kis

The town of Giselle was a quaint one. The store fronts lined large streets of cobblestone where horse drawn carriages pulled fruit and aristocrats through the crowds of common folk. The mayor, Riley Moore, glanced out of his curtained carriage, looking out at his people who were talking with neighbors or buying fresh produce with what little money they had. Although young, at age 18, Riley knew what was best for his people, both the day walkers and the night dwellers. The day walkers, the human commoners and aristocrats, lived during the day, trying to live as normally as they could. At night, when the clock in the main square struck eight,