Devil's Ivy: The Sage Saga, #1
By C.A. Martin
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I was broken, until the day a gorgeous stranger invaded my life and declared I was his witch…
I never wanted any of this...
Heartbroken, with my life as a trainee surgeon in tatters, all I wanted was to crawl into a hole and die.
Then Kit darkened my door.
As devastatingly attractive as he is infuriating, he turned what was left of my world upside down, inside out and every which way but straight.
And he did it all with just seven little words.
You're a witch, Fleur, and you're mine.
I can't believe it.
It's a joke, it has to be.
And yet it all makes perfect sense.
My life had been ruined, but maybe there is a still chance for me.
A chance to overcome my demons and learn the truth about myself.
The truth about the ties of fate that have bound me to this man.
If our nightmares don't destroy us first…
If you loved the adventure of Harry Potter, the drama of Twilight, and the magic of The Mortal Instruments, then Devil's Ivy is for you.
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Devil's Ivy - C.A. Martin
British coaches are the worst mode of public transport.
Kangaroo Kid is fated to sit behind me every time I travel, pretending to be the latest trendy superhero that beats my seat into submission. My chair, always the villain of some faraway galaxy destined to suffer a monstrous defeat at the little piggies of some pre-teen. The back four rows of some outdated navy textile reek of urine and the state of the miniscule toilet is unfathomable to say the least. Other passenger’s disparaging remarks had put me off using them years ago and the one time I had found myself with little choice, I had berated myself, regretting not disembarking the coach for the nearest bush. Not to mention, there is always one passenger that stows away something that smells like the dodgy curry you’d get roaring drunk at a suspicious takeaway at four o’clock in the morning. The threat to hurl my breakfast in the cesspit to my rear is indeed very real.
And there is always one girl trying not to cry.
I always used to wonder about that girl. Whenever I travelled, there would always be one, and only ever one. Blonde, brunette, short or tall. They come in a variety of beautiful shapes and sizes, and I wondered, why did they cry? An argument with a loved one maybe, or their cat had just had a one-way trip to the vets. Whatever the reason, I have always hoped it wasn’t because they are sad to be alone. I had always loved to be alone, until today.
Words can’t possibly describe the frustration I now have at the world and everything and everyone in it. The last twelve hours have my head reeling and my stomach in knots, twisting and turning into some kind of unrecognisable shape, occasionally fighting to overthrow the coldness lingering in my spine. I’m suffocating.
But more than anything else, the frustration at myself is making me panic and I can’t concentrate on the radio’s scratchy interpretation of some Radiohead song long enough to forget how many cities I’ve already passed. God knows when I’ll ever learn from my mistakes. I try to remember the last time I was observing surgery in the operating room.
Cut down the linea alba.
Cut through the subcutaneous tissue.
Divide the linea alba.
Why is there always one lonely girl crying on a bus?
I remember saying to a friend once, that I couldn’t understand why things would ever get bad enough for a person to actually run away. Why would someone leave their home, their work and their life behind? I loved my job. Will I still study? Can I transfer? Half way through my core training, and now it’s gone.
Kangaroo Kid is at it again. I peek between the seats and make eye contact with the mud-brown eyes of some black-haired, pale tweenager. He smirks at me, his ratty little nose crinkling in malicious intent. The man I assume to be his father has a raunchy magazine pushed up to his face, oblivious to the kid’s antics. I swivel back around, pushing myself deeper into the bottom of my seat, exasperated and desperate to reach my destination.
I feel motion sick.
Summer rain batters the window to my right. Trust the weather to be horrendous. It’s probably some creepy foreshadowing of what my life is going to look like now. Typical, and almost laughable. Almost. I swipe away a tear that had abandoned the safety of my waterline from my freckled cheek and stare at the blur of trees as the coach continued to speed down the motorway.
This will never happen again.
I prefer my own company and don’t play nice with others. I’ve always had my own interests and was never adopted by cliques or welcomed into the crowds. That’s why I love plants. They are less complicated than people, but obviously not widely accepted as what most people would call normal company. Nearly everyone I’ve ever met has called me odd for it. Not unique, or individual. Just odd. I can never tell if it’s meant endearingly. Looking back now, I think it’s probably just a fact.
Another tear has betrayed its prison and assaulted the corner of my lips, trickling onto my tongue, combatting the perpetual dryness in my mouth. It tastes like salt. Salt leeches nutrition from the earth, preventing crops from growing. Historically, opposing armies would salt the other’s crops in times of war to bring on famine and starvation, eventually causing one side to surrender or die. Will I whither away and die now?
I thought I could deserve love, even if I was a bit different. I am a young professional, just starting to gain a reputation for being the top of my class, and good in a crisis. Even he had convinced me I was valuable. If I had been as acute in understanding my own foolishness as I had in my studies though, I might have realised it wasn’t love, but someone’s idea of a joke.
The blur of greens and ambers continue to stroke my peripheral vision, and now I can feel the cold coming in a little closer. The dismal heating of the trans-national coach is not immune to the autumnal weather.
Is that lady’s snack making me hungry or feel nauseous?
My nose is leaking, as if it couldn’t get any worse. I rub my face into the sleeve of my hoodie and pull my knees up to my chest. I’m going to end up dehydrating at this rate.
I’ve never really liked people, despite training