A Discovery of Secrets and Fate (Chronicles of the Stone Veil #2) - Sawyer Bennett Page 0,22

you both figured it out.”

And just like that, they settled.

Sort of. I mean, they’ve known each other for four years, and are the best of friends. Not much else to learn about each other, but they did need to navigate their new intimacy. I have every faith in the world they’ll figure it out.

It was funny, though, when Adira came into the kitchen not long after, gaping at Rainey, who had parked herself on Myles’ lap at the kitchen table. I merely poured her a cup of coffee, leaned in, and whispered, “Just go with it. I’ll fill you in later.”

That was yesterday, and we all hung out on the Fantasia. I had some work to do, of course, but, in between, we ate good food, laughed, drank a few beers, and, for some blessed moments, I had normality.

But they were only snatches of time where something would remind me that my life is far from normal. Like walking into my room and seeing the eye drops Veda gave me on the dresser, which is an opportunity for my friends to believe my story.

Or the sketchpad I’d brought with me from my house. Inside lays the drawing of Carrick I had torn out and thrown away. After I had packed Saturday and before I left my house, I had pulled it out of the garbage can. I couldn’t say exactly why I wanted it, but I spent some time smoothing out the edges as best I could without smearing more of the drawing than I already had. I’d marred some of his face when I’d crumpled it, giving a very hazy, distorted look to the expression of loathing I’d managed to capture. I wonder if it’s even a metaphor that perhaps I didn’t see what I thought I did. Or maybe, I can’t see him clearly now.

I shake my head to snap out of my memories. It’s been happening all morning where I’ll get absorbed in work for a little bit, then I’ll get distracted. I’ll think about Rainey and Myles’ new relationship, or I’ll wonder if Titus has gone back to Semper Terra, and the worst distraction of all… I’ll wonder about my sister. I haven’t heard a word from her, and I sure as hell haven’t reached out to her because I’m terrified of how that conversation might go. Luckily, it’s not out of the ordinary in our relationship that we go days without speaking or texting, so suspicions shouldn’t be aroused.

Right now, however, I’m too damn scared to even think about approaching whatever the abomination is that took over my sister’s body.

With a sigh, I push up from the chair to get another cup of coffee. My back is aching from sitting here for a few hours straight, and I take a moment to lift my arms up high and arch backward into a stretch.

Groaning in relief, I grab my cup for a refill and my gaze goes out the window as the Fremont Bridge is opening up. And there, standing on the wooden dock to which the Fantasia is tied, stands Carrick. He’s not performing any voodoo spell I can see, instead standing casually with hands tucked into his pockets. He’s wearing dress pants and a button-down shirt undone at the throat.

He looks non-threatening, but I don’t take that for granted at all.

I have choices. I could ignore him to go get my coffee. I’m reasonably sure when Adira left this morning I locked the door that leads out onto the dock.

Or I could go out there and reiterate to him again that I’m not interested in this prophecy or in having anything further to do with him.

The vast majority of me wants to ignore him, but the tiny part that still reminds me that he is my business partner pipes up. I cannot cut all ties with this man. It is absolutely my choice whether to participate in averting some apocalypse or whatever, but I still have a business to run that’s integrally tied with him.

Sighing, I set my cup down and move through the plush living area done in teak wood and leather cushioned couches. Carrick watches me but doesn’t make a move to step onto the boat.

I certainly have no intention of inviting him in, so I head out the door and walk his way. Just as I’m stepping off the boat and onto the dock, Carrick turns and walks over to a bench up against the low retaining wall that borders a