by S King
The man that walked out of the bathroom was somewhat familiar in the same way that the woman on the TV was familiar. His dark blond hair was trimmed close to his head to the point that if he turned just the right way then he would look like he was bald while his marigold colored eyes stared back at me with confusion.
“Who are you?” I tightened my grip on the gun under the pillow.
“Orrie?” He said slowly as if he didn’t know why I was asking him who he was.
“Why are you here?”
“Because Ostana is in trouble?”
I pinched the bridge of my nose, “must you make everything you say sound like a question?”
“Eikko? Do you not know who I am?”
“Who’s Ostana?” I frowned at the name, knowing that I should know who this Ostana is judging from the look on Orrie’s face, but why couldn’t I remember either of them.
“Ah shit,” he stared at me, “you got shot with a hypnotic, didn’t you?”
I slowly dragged the gun from under the pillow to beside my leg under the cover, “get out.”
He closed his eyes, sighing in frustration, “this is going to be a long story. You might want to get more coffee.” Orrie took a seat in the chair by my bay window and steepled his fingers before launching into the most ridiculous story I’d ever heard in my life.
He didn’t need a bullet; he needed a straight jacket but who the hell was I to shut down his theory when I didn’t have half of my memory, apparently, and he did know me. At least, I thought he did. When he was done, he stared at me and waited for some kind of reaction.
“You’re a fan, aren’t you?” I finally asked.
“What?”
“It’s fine, I just didn’t think anyone was so determined to come to my high rise because they wanted an autograph so bad.” I shrugged, throwing the covers back and going to my desk where I kept several new albums. “Orrie? Right?”
“What the…” he trailed off, looking at me sign the CD cover, “Eikko, did you not hear anything I just said? Ostana is in trouble and she needs your help.”
“I don’t know you or Ostana!” I snapped, tossing the CD on the table next to him, “get out.”
He scoffed, staring at me for a moment longer before shaking his head, “if she knew how fucked she was for depending on you, let alone being in love with you? She’d probably let her flames consume her from the inside out.” He tossed the CD back on my desk and walked out of the bedroom without saying anything else.
“Her flames…” I replayed the statement over and over in my mind until it clicked. A sharp agonizing pain shot through my head as I fell to the floor, remembering everything from the time that I crashed into Padrieg to the point that the pilot and copilot were shooting me up with something. Now, Ostana was in trouble and I needed to save her. But why was Orrie in Parlan?
“Eikko—” Somsang came into my bedroom with his cellphone clutched in his hand and ran over to me. “Are you ok?”
“You son of a bitch,” I hissed before charging from the floor to attack my rouge assistant for what he had done to Ostana and Theodora. I’d get rid of Somsang first before I set off to find my woman.
That was a promise that I planned on keeping to Ostana and I wasn’t going to fail her now.
About the Author
S. King is a Missouri native, growing up in Jefferson City before moving further north within the state to focus on raising her family and working in healthcare. When she's not working with the elderly she's normally writing; unless her two-year-old son, Sean, and dogs demand on watching Mickey Mouse and doing the Hot Dog Dance.
She holds a AAS in Psychology, BS in Accounting and a BS in Criminal Justice. Hobbies include enjoying music, spending time with friends and family, especially her son and mother, and riding through the countryside.
Other Books by S. King
Riding Series
Riding for Kills
Riding for Fear
Riding for Blood
Angel’s Kiss Series
Angel’s Kiss
Demon’s Love
Savior’s Heart
Padrieg Series
Three Suns
Two Moons
One Star
Stand-Alone Novels
The City of Star’s Nightmares