Spectrum (Stone Society #14) - Faith Gibson Page 0,84

been set up purely for entertainment.

Remy led Isla off to the side instead of to their own vat.

“What’s wrong?” she asked. Instead of speaking, Remy pulled out his phone. After tapping the screen a few times, he held it out to her. Isla had seen the drawing Connor presented Remy all those years ago, but she had forgotten about it. Until now. Isla glanced down at her clothes, then looked over at Summer. They were dressed exactly as Connor had imagined them.

Remy looked behind Isla. “Seeing the two of you walking between the vines was like déjà vu. I don’t understand his gift, but I will never doubt Connor’s abilities again.”

As she and Remy stepped into their own vat and took part in stomping the grapes, Isla thought about Connor and the recent drawings he had created. If all the teen had seen in his visions did come to fruition, life as they knew it was going to get interesting.

If anyone was up to the task of protecting the world, it was all the kids of the Stone Society.

GABRIEL

Chapter One

January 2049

Isabelle studied the picture of Rebekah. If Connor was drawing Gabriel’s mate, it meant something. To her, it meant there was the possibility of finding the female and reuniting her with Gabriel. It didn’t mean a happily ever after though. Not with her brother sitting in the Pen. Gabriel was paying for his crimes, plus his mental health was still shaky. With all that had happened recently, with the threat against their clan still out there, Isabelle didn’t want to bother Henry. Julian was taking some well-deserved time off, so Isabelle had called the one other person she knew who had some computer experience.

Tessa, dressed in her usual jeans and biker boots, tapped away at a laptop. She was sitting at Isabelle’s kitchen table, her long, red hair in a braid down her back. “Take a look at this.” Tessa pointed to the screen.

Isabelle looked over her cousin’s shoulder. “That’s the same garden Connor drew.”

“It is. At first, I thought it would be in Asia, but turns out it’s in New Portland, Oregon. There’s a Japanese garden there.” Tessa had started searching for Rebekah using the female’s name, and when that didn’t garner any hits, she focused on the landscape.

“But what if she was just visiting?” Isabelle straightened and wrapped her arms around her waist.

“What if she isn’t? Belle, you know Connor’s drawings are always spot-on. They mean something, and in this case, it probably means that’s where you’ll find Rebekah.”

“What if she doesn’t want to be found?”

“And what if she does?” Tessa stood and grabbed Isabelle’s biceps. “What has you so worried?”

“She’s human. They didn’t complete the bond, so she’s aged while Gabriel hasn’t. I’m going to need to explain everything to her. What if she doesn’t believe me? What if she does? She probably moved on with her life. She could be married with kids.”

“She very well could be, or she could be pining for the love of her life. Belle, Connor saw Rebekah for a reason. Don’t you owe it to Gabriel to find out what that reason is? Maybe she’s not meant to reunite with Gabriel. Maybe she’s in trouble.”

“You’re right. But damnit, New Portland’s a big city. How am I going to find her?”

“I’ll help. Gregor and I will go with you. Between the three of us, we’ll cover more ground.”

“Four of us.” Dante strode into the kitchen and cupped Isabelle’s face. “I’m coming with you.”

“But what about the morgue? Trevor and Jasper are out of the country.”

“I’ll call in a favor. Speaking of, Tessa, since Tamian and Lucy are here, why don’t you call and see if we can borrow his jet?”

“On it.” Tessa grabbed her phone off the table and went outside to call her brother.

“Dante—”

“No, Beautiful. I’m not letting you do this alone. Simon Lowell is an old colleague of mine and happens to be in New Atlanta. He and I went to lunch yesterday. Simon is a medical examiner who currently lives on the West Coast. He’s also a Goyle, and his time is up in his current location. He is looking to relocate, and I think New Atlanta would be perfect for him.”

“Does that mean you’re really stepping down?” Dante had mentioned retiring more than once. At least from his position in New Atlanta. He had been in the city for many years, as had all his family.

“I think it’s time. With this latest threat to our family, we need