Bab 71: What heroes should be. 1

LANCE

I wake up to two crimson eyes, translucent skin, small nose and pinkish chapped lips. I gasped. In a second I'm up on feet. Scampering away. Trying to get as much distance as I could get.

"What – you – how?" Seven is leaning closer to my face. Her eyes were inches away from mine. I gulped. I'm suddenly reminded of my dream of her. She really looks like that girl, Efta was it? I don't understand.

The more I ran my eyes on her, the less I'm convinced they are the same person. Efta could passed as her ancestor. And because they looked very much alike, I'm smacked into the body of that dead guy. My soul, rejoining his body. I cringed.

That experience wasn't pleasant. I could go to any girl. Just not Seven. She's more of a little sister material. Who creeps to your bedroom at night, spying the dirty little things you do, waiting for the right time to threaten you and tell Dad.

Speaking of girls, I forgot to ask.