Forget Me Not (The Ceruleans: Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
The tiger. In the cottage garden. A voice behind me, high and desperate: ‘Run, Scarlett, run!’ But the tiger isn’t moving. It lies in the grass, watching me with eyes that aren’t hungry, but inviting. I take a step. The grass is wet. I look down. My feet are bare. My legs are bare. I’m naked. I wait for the rush of shame, but it doesn’t come. The tiger is waiting. I take another step... ‘Scarlett, no!’ ... and another, and another, until the fur of his stomach is tickling my toes. Ignoring my sister’s cries, I sink down on my knees in the grass, reach out a hand, stroke it along the velvety fur of his great belly. The tiger lets out a low, satisfied growl. I stare into his eyes. They are the yellow of the sun. I turn from him, away, and lie down in the grass. It’s cold and smells of autumn. The tiger curls in behind me, his stomach to my back. He’s warm. At an upstairs window of the cottage stands my sister. She is waving furiously and shouting my name. I don’t listen to her.
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