The Other Switch (The Forever Series, Book 7.5): The Forever series, Book 7.5 by Eve Newton Page A
Authors: Eve Newton
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to stare at him.
I nod and shift my gaze to Sebastian, who is standing next to him. Oh my sweet Sebastian. I gaze at him adoringly and his eyes widen in astonishment, but then close down as I adjust my features. She apparently does not have a relationship with him yet. What a pity. Everyone is silent as I carry on my inspection of this group .
“Liv,” a voice comes from the door. “I am so sorry I am late, but I had to wait for the script changes and it took longer than we expected.” A dashingly handsome man strides towards me and sweeps me up in a passionate kiss. I guess this is the husband then. I kiss him back momentarily and then pull away. He stares down at me with eyes so beautiful they make me want to cry. He hands me a pile of leaflets and says, “Also, seeing as we are going to London next week, I thought you could help me familiarize myself with the city, what with it being your hometown and all.”
My hometown? Well, yes, technically it is where I was born and lived out my human life. She must still live there.
A devastatingly good-looking young man with the clearest blue eyes I have ever seen jumps up from the sofa. “Lizzie hasn’t been back in decades, I’ll help,” he says and plucks them out of my hand.
Lizzie? The other one called me Liv. This is getting confusing, and is she English or not? I’ll just go with it.
“Of course, anything to help,” I say to him in the best English accent I can muster, hoping it doesn’t sound too fake. I assume she goes with an upper middle class accent, as do I in my own language .
He peers at me curiously. “Thanks. So what did I miss?” he asks, gesturing around the room.
“Not much. Liv has just been standing there staring at us for a while,” the little helper says, still examining the leaflets in his hand.
“You okay?” her husband asks me.
“Just fine,” I say as I saunter over to the sofa and take a seat next to a girl. A pretty young thing, just my type with her dark hair and blue eyes. She sees me staring at her and shifts uncomfortably under my scrutiny. Not one of hers then. This Other me is also clearly not partial to female company.
“How has your day been?” her husband, whose name I still don’t know, asks me. I can tell he is her charge, as is the other one, and I turn my attention back to him.
“Fine,” I say. “How was yours?”
He looks startled as does everyone else in the room. Clearly she doesn’t ask that question a lot.
“Err, good, thanks. Busy,” he says as he stares at me.
“Oh, good,” I say. I am usually better on my feet than this, but I am completely thrown with this time shift. It is the strangest thing and I am still not sure if I should tell them I am not Liv, or Lizzie, or whatever her name is.
“So did your training go well?” he asks.
“It went great,” a man says from over in the corner. I look closer at him now and recognize him. Cade Sinclair. What is he doing here? He shouldn’t be here. This makes no sense.
“Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow,” he says with a smile at me .
“Me either,” I say brightly, although I have no idea what he is talking about.
I shift my gaze to Lincoln now and he smiles at me. It is odd to me that he is so friendly. He is quite the stern, menacing presence where I come from. I don’t even think I have ever seen him smile before. And last, but certainly not least, the very handsome Xane Draconis. So it seems, with the exception of the two charges, we know some of the same people.
“Aefre, have you fed?” Constantine asks me.
“No. Nobody came up,” I say and he narrows his eyes at me in query. Now that he mentions it, I do feel incredibly weak. This body is not as strong as my own, and she doesn’t have the Fae markings. I wonder if it is possible that she isn’t as powerful as me yet.
“I will get Ramon,” he says .
Ah Ramon. Good that he is here. I still don’t know where “here” is though.
“Liv. You are starting to
I nod and shift my gaze to Sebastian, who is standing next to him. Oh my sweet Sebastian. I gaze at him adoringly and his eyes widen in astonishment, but then close down as I adjust my features. She apparently does not have a relationship with him yet. What a pity. Everyone is silent as I carry on my inspection of this group .
“Liv,” a voice comes from the door. “I am so sorry I am late, but I had to wait for the script changes and it took longer than we expected.” A dashingly handsome man strides towards me and sweeps me up in a passionate kiss. I guess this is the husband then. I kiss him back momentarily and then pull away. He stares down at me with eyes so beautiful they make me want to cry. He hands me a pile of leaflets and says, “Also, seeing as we are going to London next week, I thought you could help me familiarize myself with the city, what with it being your hometown and all.”
My hometown? Well, yes, technically it is where I was born and lived out my human life. She must still live there.
A devastatingly good-looking young man with the clearest blue eyes I have ever seen jumps up from the sofa. “Lizzie hasn’t been back in decades, I’ll help,” he says and plucks them out of my hand.
Lizzie? The other one called me Liv. This is getting confusing, and is she English or not? I’ll just go with it.
“Of course, anything to help,” I say to him in the best English accent I can muster, hoping it doesn’t sound too fake. I assume she goes with an upper middle class accent, as do I in my own language .
He peers at me curiously. “Thanks. So what did I miss?” he asks, gesturing around the room.
“Not much. Liv has just been standing there staring at us for a while,” the little helper says, still examining the leaflets in his hand.
“You okay?” her husband asks me.
“Just fine,” I say as I saunter over to the sofa and take a seat next to a girl. A pretty young thing, just my type with her dark hair and blue eyes. She sees me staring at her and shifts uncomfortably under my scrutiny. Not one of hers then. This Other me is also clearly not partial to female company.
“How has your day been?” her husband, whose name I still don’t know, asks me. I can tell he is her charge, as is the other one, and I turn my attention back to him.
“Fine,” I say. “How was yours?”
He looks startled as does everyone else in the room. Clearly she doesn’t ask that question a lot.
“Err, good, thanks. Busy,” he says as he stares at me.
“Oh, good,” I say. I am usually better on my feet than this, but I am completely thrown with this time shift. It is the strangest thing and I am still not sure if I should tell them I am not Liv, or Lizzie, or whatever her name is.
“So did your training go well?” he asks.
“It went great,” a man says from over in the corner. I look closer at him now and recognize him. Cade Sinclair. What is he doing here? He shouldn’t be here. This makes no sense.
“Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow,” he says with a smile at me .
“Me either,” I say brightly, although I have no idea what he is talking about.
I shift my gaze to Lincoln now and he smiles at me. It is odd to me that he is so friendly. He is quite the stern, menacing presence where I come from. I don’t even think I have ever seen him smile before. And last, but certainly not least, the very handsome Xane Draconis. So it seems, with the exception of the two charges, we know some of the same people.
“Aefre, have you fed?” Constantine asks me.
“No. Nobody came up,” I say and he narrows his eyes at me in query. Now that he mentions it, I do feel incredibly weak. This body is not as strong as my own, and she doesn’t have the Fae markings. I wonder if it is possible that she isn’t as powerful as me yet.
“I will get Ramon,” he says .
Ah Ramon. Good that he is here. I still don’t know where “here” is though.
“Liv. You are starting to
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