Daughters of the Jaguar - Boxed Set (Book 1-2) by Willow Rose

Author:Willow Rose [Rose, Willow]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2012-12-27T05:00:00+00:00

Aiyana's grandmother Aponi was waiting for us in her bed when we went up the stairs and into her room. Aiyana's sisters were all there, too, sitting on her bed. Each of them had all been handed a letter from her that they were now holding in their hand. Now it was Aiyana's turn and she approached her bed. I felt a pinch in my heart when I looked at the two women saying their dear goodbyes. A tear rolled down Aiyana's cheek and her grandmother pulled her closer. She hugged her and whispered something in her ear that made her laugh out loud.

All the sisters hugged Aiyana when she was done telling her goodbye except Halona. She stood in the corner the entire time and stared at her grandmother with her big melancholic eyes. I understood exactly how she felt at that moment. I remembered that emotion, that horrible feeling of despair, knowing it was all over now and there was nothing you could do to change it. No matter how mad you got at the world, at God or at the person for dying you could never reverse it. I wanted to walk to her and pull her into my arms and just hug her, just take her into my arms and hold her tight till the feeling went away. But Halona didn't like people touching her, Aiyana had told me, and she rarely touched anyone except for Aiyana who was her favorite sister. She was frozen, almost like a statue, and if it hadn't been for the curtains swirling in the air and the flowers dancing over the grandmother Aponi's head, you'd think Halona was just a doll in the corner. But with all the beautiful women in the room she was the one that had my full attention.

"Christian," the grandmother said, and reached her hand out towards me. I stepped closer and took it. She felt cold and her hand was pale, as if the blood in her body had already left for the other side and only the empty bones remained. "My dear Christian. Do you know that my name means butterfly?"

"No ma'am. I did not know that," I said. I stared into her deep brown eyes that despite the circumstances were still full of life.

"The funny thing about butterflies is that you don't get to keep them. You'll only get a glimpse of their beauty now and then, you can watch them from a distance and you only get to enjoy them for a few seconds before they are gone. They don't want to be caught and tamed. If you touch their wings they might never fly again and that will kill them. Sometimes people are like that, too. Sometimes you need to let people fly and go where they are supposed to go, Christian. Here. I have something for you." The grandmother let go of my hand and reached into a small box and pulled out a piece of paper that she handed to me.

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