Solar Eclipse of the Heart

Contents Title PageCopyrightDedicationTrigger/Content WarningPrologueChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9Chapter 10Chapter 11Chapter 12Chapter 13Chapter 14Chapter 15Chapter 16Chapter 17Chapter 18Chapter 19Chapter 20Chapter 21Chapter 22Chapter 23Chapter 24Chapter 25Chapter 26Chapter 27Chapter 28Chapter 29Chapter 30Chapter 31Chapter 32Chapter 33Chapter 34Chapter 35Chapter 36Chapter 37Chapter 38Chapter 39Chapter 40Chapter 41Chapter 42EpilogueEpilogueAcknowledgementsAbout the Author Solar Eclipse of the HeartThe Sinclairs' Book OneAlanna Fraser Copyright © 2023 Alanna FraserAll rights reserved.No part of this book may be reproduced, distributed, translated, or transmitted in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review and certain other non-commercial uses permitted by copyright law.This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.Resemblance to actual persons and things living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.Copyright © 2023 by Alanna FraserBook Cover Design by Alanna FraserFormatting by Alanna FraserEditing by Sarah Doss and Charles-Marie Young for those who became ‘soft’ despite having a valid reason to burn the world down. Trigger/Content WarningThis book contains and depicts topics that some may find triggering. These include but are not limited to - abuse: physical, mental, emotional and sexual. There is graphic violence, language and sexually explicit content. It has mentions of the death of parents, child abuse and mental illnesses such as depression, C-PTSD, panic attacks. This book is not recommended for anyone under the age of 18. If you are uncomfortable with reading these situations, then 'Solar Eclipse of the Heart’ may not be for you. Reader discretion is advised. PrologueKam They knew. And if they didn't, these bruises and bandages on my body definitely made it known. Alex sucked a sharp breath in as I scrambled to pull on a bathrobe. With a measured exhale, she took a seat at my desk and fixed me with her famous, ‘If anything but the truth leaves your mouth, I’ll kill you’ look. She was not playing around this time. “I’m going to ask you this once, and I implore you to think before you talk.” Her gaze lingered on my hidden torso before meeting my eyes. I instantly shifted to pull my robe tighter, using it as a shield from her incoming questions. “Where did those bruises come from?” I stepped towards her as if to physically stop where the conversation was going. “Alex. They’re not wh—” She held up a hand, stopping me in my tracks. “Kam… I am ten seconds from committing multiple crimes, which include but aren’t limited to murder. I don’t want excuses, I want answers. What—no–who did that to you?” Her voice was steady, level. Too level. Alex –loud, vulgar Alex– who was always joking around, was now deadly calm. The look she was shooting in my direction showed me how deeply screwed I was. Her brows were furrowed, eyes full of anger, and mouth downturned. A complete 180° from her usual laid-back expression. “He didn’t-” I choked. “Kamaria.” “Jake.” The tears came, shamefully rolling down my cheeks, and I didn’t try to stop them. It would have been pointless to lie to her face and say otherwise. If Alex knew, then the others also did or would find Chapter 1Kam 2 Years Later Going out the night before the start of the new semester was always a bad idea. So why did I allow my sister to rope me into a night of drinking with her friends when I knew that my social battery wasn't fully charged? That was 3 hours ago, and I was still lying in bed feeling bad about cutting the night short. The silver lining was that Alexandria didn't have to leave because of me and was able to stay out later with her friends. There was a knock on the front door, which pulled me from my thoughts. Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I called Dylan, who was most likely dead asleep. He answered after the third ring, sleep evident in his voice. "Firecracker? What's up?" "Someone is at my door and I'm going to check, so be on standby." There was shuffling in the background before he answered, voice clearer. "Got you." There was another knock at the door, this time louder. I slid out from under the covers, made my way to the door, and looked through the peephole, only to find my neighbour who lived down the hall waving at me with someone thrown over his shoulder. I unlocked the door and pulled it open, and Ethan gave me a small smile. "Can you please tell your sister that I'm going to start charging for my services?" Dylan opened his door and stepped out, a smile tugging at his lips. "I have to take a picture of this." He pulled his phone from his pocket and snapped a couple of pictures. Ethan