Cheyenne (46 page)

See what lies ahead for Cheyenne in Promises, A Timeless Series Novel, Book Two. A sampling of chapters are included for your reading enjoyment.

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A Timeless Series Novel

#1 Cheyenne - Released July 15, 2011

#2 Promises - Release date: May 30, 2012

#3 Daylight - Scheduled release date: Winter 2012/Early Spring 2013

#4 Awakening - under editing

The original construction of the Timeless Series ended with Awakening, but if the demand is still great I will continue on with the following.

#5 Deceptions - under editing

#6 Revelations - under editing

#7 Resolutions - under editing

Side stories:

#8 Bailee - under editing

#9 Sahara - draft

Copyright

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or used factiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved. This book, or parts thereof, my not be reproduced in any form without permission from the author. The scanning uploading and distribution of this book via the Internet or via any other means without the permission of the author is illegal and punishable by law.

Copyright © 2011 by Lisa L. Wiedmeier

Editor: Sam Dogra

Copy Editor: A-1 Editing Services, Jodi Tahsler

Front cover design by Phatpuppy Art

Back cover design by Timeless Productions

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Edition I

ISBN: 987-0-9839052-3-3

We promise according to our hopes, and perform according to our fears. 

~Francois duc de la Rochefoucauld

Promise is most given when the least is said.

~George Chapman

Chapter 1

A gentle wind ruffled my Palomino Mandi’s blond mane. She was walking slowly; her head hung low like mine. My heart was heavy, filled with sorrow, and broken beyond measure. As we left Dex and Lilly’s cabin earlier this morning, I had tried to hold back the tears—I’d tried to be strong, but without much success.

I sighed. It wasn’t their fault I felt like this. They had offered to make me a part of their family, something I’d longed for since my parents’ death, but once again, circumstances had turned against me. I couldn’t take the pain anymore. The pain of loneliness, the pain of betrayal…I shook my head. I would have to remain distant, close off my heart and not allow the hurt in. If I wasn’t attached emotionally, I couldn’t feel the wound.

This was hardly anything new for me. We had moved so much when I was young, remaining aloof had been the only way I could deal with the loss of friends. It was only recently I’d learned
why
we could never stay in the same place for long. It had been for my protection. But even my parents’ careful measures, I was sure, hadn’t turned out as they’d planned.

I sighed. It had already been six months since their death…six long months since the day Sheriff Taylor had arrived on my doorstep to tell me the awful news. I had so many regrets, regrets for not saying three simple words:
I love you
. I promised myself never to let the opportunity slip by again, but it was much harder said than done. I’d almost lost Colt—the man I loved—because of my insecurities but in the end it really didn’t matter. My destiny was already planned out.

The truth that had been hidden from me for so long played on my thoughts, and I raked my fingers in Mandi’s mane. I was something different. I was Timeless. Born human until around the age of twenty, then we would transform, aging one year for every one hundred human years. Death would be harder, but not impossible. Our injuries or illnesses would heal more quickly than average—and some Timeless also inherited powers. Like I was supposed to…

I was the last of the Kvech, the ruling clan—the royal clan thought to have been wiped out. I was unexpected, and potentially dangerous. Everyone feared I’d fall into the wrong hands, become influenced under the wrong beliefs, and have my eventual powers used for evil. It had almost happened to my mother, eldest daughter of the Servak clan. Promised against her will to the Sarac’s leader, Marcus, she had barely escaped his grasp, stopping his dark plans. As a result, she was forced to give me up to my adoptive parents keep me safe…and she had eventually paid the price.

I sighed and shifted my gaze to my left, then right. Callon and Colt were riding in a tight formation, while Daniel led. They were ready for just about anything, except my broken heart. They were the cause of it, my so-called protectors. I had a personal army of three, who would give their lives for me, who’d sworn their undying love and whom I could depend on. But these same three never thought I deserved to know the truth, and they constantly kept me in the dark, deceiving me. I didn’t want to be around them anymore, but I couldn’t leave, not yet. I wasn’t ready.

“
Callon,” I said quietly. “Can we please stop? I’m hungry and need to rest.”

He rode closer, and his fingers brushed my arm. I didn’t look at him, but I kept my eyes forward, forcing back the tingles that raced down my spine. Why did his touches always do this to me?

“
Can you wait about half an hour?” Callon replied. “We’ll be near a creek and then we can water the horses at the same time.”

I nodded and turned to look at Colt. His icy blue eyes—sorrow-filled since we’d left the cabin—locked on mine, and I quickly looked away. I couldn’t peer into his face; see those blond locks falling over his tanned brow…it hurt too much.

I was the fool; I should have seen it coming. Colt had posed as my best friend. He had been my only close friend since I was a junior in high school. My parents loved him—now I knew why. He was Timeless himself, had worked his way inside my heart, secretly protecting me all along. He helped me every step of the way through my parents’ death, supporting me, allowing me to make some discoveries on my own, before revealing his true identity and the reason he was in my life at all.

I was hurt when I’d found out Colt had only been there as my guardian—I’d thought it was more than that. But when he confessed his love for me, I allowed him back in. I trusted him, loved him, knew he would do anything for me. Like when he ripped a hideous Tresez apart to save me. I felt his love surround me, heard his words of love, and then remembered the pain. I found out I could never be with him—because I’d been promised to someone else from the start.

Callon’s horse, Bo, snorted, and I glanced over at the other cause of my broken heart, Callon. I had been naive enough to trust him, too. Even fall for him. How could I have been so stupid? To fall for the two of them…fall for two brothers? That was yet another secret they’d kept from me. At least that explained how they were able to communicate telepathically—Daniel as well. They were probably talking things out right now, plotting their next move.

Despite their blood ties, each looked so different. I tried to locate the resemblance. Colt was larger than life: broad shoulders, hulking arms, and towering frame. Both he and Callon had the same tan skin, probably inherited from their shared father. Callon was pretty toned himself, but nowhere near Colt’s size.

I tightened my grip on Mandi’s reins. It was Callon’s fault I was feeling like this. He had known my identity the instant he spotted my rings; the proof of my Kvech and Servak heritage. He was the leader of the Consilador clan; the clan that had been ruling in my place. I still wasn’t sure what kind of authority he had, but one thing was for sure: I was promised to him—both he and Marcus had been forced to bear my mother’s broken vows. I could see him shifting in his saddle, his brown wavy hair glistening in the sunshine. His hazel eyes glanced at me, and I looked away.

It probably wouldn’t have mattered anyway. Just because my birth mother didn’t fulfill her obligation to Marcus, that didn’t mean I had to agree to take her place. I accepted neither betrothal; no one was going to tell me who to choose as a husband. I would make my own choice, and it wouldn’t be either of them…in fact, it wouldn’t be anyone riding with me now.

An hour passed before we finally stopped. Dismounting, I stretched my legs. Mandi wandered to the creek to drink. Colt neared with an outstretched hand. He was holding a sandwich. I kept my gaze on the ground and accepted it.

“
Thank you,” I said quietly.

Hesitating, he watched me fiddle with the food. He lifted his hand and touched my cheek. I flinched and walked away, finding a log where I could sit and eat alone.

Our rest was brief, and Callon helped me mount, his fingers locking on my waist. I fought down the urge to growl, to snap at him not to touch me. I knew he was trying to be kind, trying to make amends for his behavior, but I’d never forgive him. Letting things go so far, refusing to tell me what I needed to know…he could reap what he’d sown.

We rode on. The landscape rolled by slowly. The pines moved as the wind touched their tips; an eagle flew overhead, far above the tree line. It was refreshing to notice these things this time around. On the ride in, I had been out of it, attacked by three Timeless men and left broken and disorientated. They had been sent by the Sarac clan to kill children of the Timeless before they transformed. Callon, Colt and Daniel had saved my life—they had saved my life a number of times. But as much as I owed them, I still couldn’t forgive their lies.

The day waned, and as night fell, a fresh chill surrounded me. Well, it was late September. I untied my long-sleeved shirt from my waist and slid it on, glad I had thought ahead.

Darkness came, but we didn’t stop. There was enough moonlight to guide the way. The pace my guardians had set was as relentless as ever, and I was struggling to keep up. I needed to rest, but I didn’t want to slow us down. Callon moved closer, reaching out for my hand. I saw his concern as he checked me over. My lips were parched, and my whole body ached. I needed water.

“
Cheyenne, do we need to stop for the night?” Callon asked.

Everything in me wanted to say yes, but I stood firm.

“
I’m fine,” I replied coolly. “Just…”

I was interrupted as Daniel came to a sudden halt. In seconds, Callon had dismounted and was at my side to lift me down.

“
Don’t lie to us. You’re tired and dehydrated. I don’t want you to get one of your nasty headaches before we make it home.”

Much as I wanted to argue, I knew he was right. I really didn’t want one on top of everything else. They were horrid, part of my transformation. I had suffered one a few weeks ago after we arrived at Dex and Lilly’s, right after I had been attacked by three men. It was more than a headache; a fever accompanied it, and I lost my hearing and sight. I had also almost lost Colt, after our fight by the riverside. I sighed. Sometimes I wondered if it would have been better if he had left me there—at least my heart would have remained whole.

Daniel had the tent set up quickly, and Colt began gathering wood for the fire.

“
Here, drink this,” Callon said, handing me a canteen. “Are you hungry?”