All Chapters of The Heritage of Power - The Hunter's Tale (Book 1): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

    When Jay arrived at the tenement house where Bryan, together with Dave, hired the apartment, she stopped the engine and stayed in the car for a while. She was watching her boyfriend walking around the living room in a worm light coming out from a fireplace, as she supposed. He looked upset. He was talking by the phone and from time to time he was combing his hair nervously. She leaned her hands on the steering wheel, her head on them and studied calmly his face and body language, which clearly said that something was wrong. In every gesture he made, she could see nerves, his muscles were strained to the limits and he tried very hard not to lose control over himself.

    For next few weeks she managed to avoid Bryan. It appeared that it’s much easier to hold on to your resolutions by simply using phone. His lips don’t tempt her, his touch doesn’t light her up, the scent of his skin doesn’t mess her up. She decided to distance herself to their relationship, cool down and analyze it calmly. That nightmare really scared the shit out of her. ‘You’ve killed me!’ He said, and those words haunted her.

    Half an hour later she arrived at Robins’ place. The house, in front of which she parked, was rather small, one-storey, painted in soft pastel-sunny color. Located on a cliff, overlooking the fabulous view, the house looked like a fortress. The iron fence defended the entrance to the mown lawn. Around it was full of trees and bushes. On a small porch slept a big black cat.    But the whole of it was

       After returning to Missoula Jay fell into a whirl of activities. Every day she woke up at down for her usual training. She ran for an hour, then she exercised at home, took a hot shower to relax, drank a cup of her favorite coffee and went to college. For the whole day she concentrated on classes, lectures, tests, exams, and then she drove straight to her brothers’ place. They cooked dinner together, talk, laughed and joked. Then they moved to the living room, where they drank beer over the notes and graphs they have made.

       She woke up before down. In front of her eyes she still had images from the nightmare, which came back to her after a half-year break. She looked at Bryan sleeping beside her and noticed with relief that she hadn’t woke him up. She still breathed quickly and her heart was pounding in her chest like a bird locked in the cage. She combed her tangled hair, and then wrapped her arms around her shoulders to comfort herself a bit and ease her nerves.