Lost Heart: A Celta Novella (Celta HeartMate Series) Read Online Free
Author: Robin D. Owens
Tags: Romance, Fantasy, Paranormal, Psychics, Teen & Young Adult
luxury of cocoa with white mousse and sprinkles fully matched its decadent fragrance — and she tasted an added kick of mouth-heating liquor. Enata studied her sister who'd spoken of being happier with a partner. "You believe that."
"Yes, I do."
"It's easier to believe if you have a HeartMate." Enata believed that .
Glyssa said, "Perhaps. And I think we need to put it in the Licorice ResidenceLibrary database, that all individuals without HeartMates will be allowed an appointment with the T'Willow or D'Willow matchmaker, if they choose."
"I like that idea," Enata said.
"T'Willow has a ninety-eight percentile success rate with matching people, and usually the process takes from a month to a year. Just think, some man out there for whom you are perfect, is as alone and as lonely as you."
"No doubt HeartMates are matched quicker than the rest of us," Enata said, blinking away sudden tears. A year from now she could be wed! Meanwhile, she'd work on her emotional state and getting healthier.
She sat up straight. Set the alcohol laden drink aside. "Let's convince the parents."
Chapter 3
Four Days Later
E nata sat , vibrating with nerves, on the way to GreatLord Saille T'Willow and her matchmaking appointment. The glider moved through the lush greenery of the high status noble estates. Her emotions swung from irritation at herself to hope to fear to . . .
Her parents and sister had HeartMates in this lifetime and she didn't.
That made her believe she was unworthy of such a gift, and inadequacy gnawed at her.
In a fit of exuberance and fear, Enata had invited her sister and her sister's HeartMate, Jace Bayrum, along to the appointment. Enata plucked at the sleeve of her formal gown of deep burgundy that complemented her auburn hair and the green embroidery the same shade of her eyes. She wanted to look perfect — worthy of a good match.
Then the glider pulled into the courtyard of T'Willow Residence and soon the three of them were admitted to the GreatLord's office. The left wall showed plants pressed against the glass of a conservatory, the other walls dark wood paneling. Each piece of furniture was a well-kept antique.
The GreatLord himself came toward her and the crucial nature of her appointment struck her. She stopped, frozen.
She'd met the GreatLord at rituals, a man slightly taller than standard, with chestnut hair and blue eyes. His fine features proclaimed him of the highest class.
He studied Glyssa and Jace. Enata turned and watched, but saw nothing unusual. Glyssa's hair was as rusty as her fox Fam's, and her eyes green like their mother's. Jace stood taller than T'Willow, with a leaner frame, hair dark brown with a touch of red. His narrow face held silver-gray eyes with a hint of wildness that made Enata wary.
Then GreatLord T'Willow took her cold fingers and led her to a cushioned comfortchair. She sensed a stream of professional reassurance from him. "Thank you for seeing me, GreatLord," Enata said.
T'Willow inclined his torso. "You are quite welcome." This time he smiled, also professionally, but looking as if she sincerely interested him. She let out a quiet breath.
With a wave of his hand, the thick arm of the chair sank, then the chair itself lowered.
She flinched but stayed standing.
His smile encouraged. "I promise you, this will be painless. As I told you and your relatives, from your background and Family history, I'm certain I can match you in the next few months."
With a nod, she squeezed his fingers, showing her confidence in him.
He straightened abruptly, reached out and took her other hand. Then his expression went impassive and his gaze distant. Great Flair radiated from him, sizzling uncomfortably through their linked hands, spreading through her in what felt like a net sifting and examining her. She flushed hot at being so intimately weighed.
An eternal moment passed before T'Willow dragged in a breath and released Enata's hands. She allowed herself one long shudder.
"My
"Yes, I do."
"It's easier to believe if you have a HeartMate." Enata believed that .
Glyssa said, "Perhaps. And I think we need to put it in the Licorice ResidenceLibrary database, that all individuals without HeartMates will be allowed an appointment with the T'Willow or D'Willow matchmaker, if they choose."
"I like that idea," Enata said.
"T'Willow has a ninety-eight percentile success rate with matching people, and usually the process takes from a month to a year. Just think, some man out there for whom you are perfect, is as alone and as lonely as you."
"No doubt HeartMates are matched quicker than the rest of us," Enata said, blinking away sudden tears. A year from now she could be wed! Meanwhile, she'd work on her emotional state and getting healthier.
She sat up straight. Set the alcohol laden drink aside. "Let's convince the parents."
Chapter 3
Four Days Later
E nata sat , vibrating with nerves, on the way to GreatLord Saille T'Willow and her matchmaking appointment. The glider moved through the lush greenery of the high status noble estates. Her emotions swung from irritation at herself to hope to fear to . . .
Her parents and sister had HeartMates in this lifetime and she didn't.
That made her believe she was unworthy of such a gift, and inadequacy gnawed at her.
In a fit of exuberance and fear, Enata had invited her sister and her sister's HeartMate, Jace Bayrum, along to the appointment. Enata plucked at the sleeve of her formal gown of deep burgundy that complemented her auburn hair and the green embroidery the same shade of her eyes. She wanted to look perfect — worthy of a good match.
Then the glider pulled into the courtyard of T'Willow Residence and soon the three of them were admitted to the GreatLord's office. The left wall showed plants pressed against the glass of a conservatory, the other walls dark wood paneling. Each piece of furniture was a well-kept antique.
The GreatLord himself came toward her and the crucial nature of her appointment struck her. She stopped, frozen.
She'd met the GreatLord at rituals, a man slightly taller than standard, with chestnut hair and blue eyes. His fine features proclaimed him of the highest class.
He studied Glyssa and Jace. Enata turned and watched, but saw nothing unusual. Glyssa's hair was as rusty as her fox Fam's, and her eyes green like their mother's. Jace stood taller than T'Willow, with a leaner frame, hair dark brown with a touch of red. His narrow face held silver-gray eyes with a hint of wildness that made Enata wary.
Then GreatLord T'Willow took her cold fingers and led her to a cushioned comfortchair. She sensed a stream of professional reassurance from him. "Thank you for seeing me, GreatLord," Enata said.
T'Willow inclined his torso. "You are quite welcome." This time he smiled, also professionally, but looking as if she sincerely interested him. She let out a quiet breath.
With a wave of his hand, the thick arm of the chair sank, then the chair itself lowered.
She flinched but stayed standing.
His smile encouraged. "I promise you, this will be painless. As I told you and your relatives, from your background and Family history, I'm certain I can match you in the next few months."
With a nod, she squeezed his fingers, showing her confidence in him.
He straightened abruptly, reached out and took her other hand. Then his expression went impassive and his gaze distant. Great Flair radiated from him, sizzling uncomfortably through their linked hands, spreading through her in what felt like a net sifting and examining her. She flushed hot at being so intimately weighed.
An eternal moment passed before T'Willow dragged in a breath and released Enata's hands. She allowed herself one long shudder.
"My
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