For his part, Jeremy knew he had screwed up. Brit's furrowed brow and closed off body language told him more than any words could say. Hoping he had not irreparably damaged the rest of night, he reached out to touch Brit's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, okay?" He did not know what else to say. Luckily. he was saved from having to come up with anything else by Ryan and Lexi's arrival. They were a good looking couple. Ryan's dark, athletic look and build contrasted beautifully with Lexi's blond hair and petite frame. The kids at school had even nicknamed them Ken and Barbie.
"Wow, this is some gorgeous spot," Lexi said, peering out over the edge of the cliff to the river below, which snaked like a dark silver ribbon through the black woods.
“It's breathtaking."Seeing that Jeremy had switched off his light, Ryan turned his off as well. A moment later, a band of thick clouds floated in front of the moon, making the night darker and even more ghostly. The wind seemed to
Brit took a deep breath and then hesitantly placed her fingers on the pointer as well. She did not know whether she was imagining it, but the wooden triangle seemed to feel warm under her fingertips. She hoped the damn thing would stay right where it was.Instead, it began to slide slowly across the board a few inches before stopping."I," Lexi said, reading out the letter where the pointer had stopped. The pointer moved again. Lexi continued to call out the letters. "A...M." She hesitated a moment, then read. "I am..."Brit stared hard at the board, wondering what name the guys had planned to spell—and hoping that it WAS the guys who were doing it."I am who?" Ryan asked when the pointer started making slow circles around the board without stopping on any letters.The wind suddenly ceased blowing. Everything had gone deathly still. Only the gurgling stream broke the silence, and even that seemed to have quieted a bit, as if nat
Leesa could not help smiling as she relaxed in her comfortable rope and canvas hammock and watched Rave and Ralin playing around in the backyard. The early June sun felt wonderful on her bare arms and legs, while a floppy-brimmed straw hat shaded her face. A gentle breeze that barely rustled the leaves of the trees kept the air from feeling too hot. Father and son were taking turns cupping their hands under one another's foot and then hurling him as high into the air as they could. Already, Rave had tossed Ralin higher than the tallest tree in the yard, a height of nearly forty feet. Leesa had long ago stopped worrying about how her son might land after being tossed to such a height. For his part, Ralin was determined to throw his father up just as high, but so far his every effort had fallen a few feet short. Ralin was not one to give up easily, though. When he set his mind to something, he could be as determined and stubborn as anyone Leesa had ever met. Rave would say it was a trai
“What is it?” Leesa asked. “What magic do you think I only might be ready for?” Her words came out a bit more sarcastic sounding than she meant them to. Dominic raised his eyebrows. A bemused smile curved his lips. “Feeling a bit full of yourself, are you?” he asked. “Like there’s no magic left that could possibly pose a challenge to such an experienced wizard as yourself?” “I’m sorry,” Leesa replied, meaning it. “I didn’t intend for it to sound like that. I’m actually really excited you have something new and challenging for me. Especially with the blah way I was feeling before.” “I’m glad to hear that, because what I have in mind will definitely be a challenge. I have no doubt it will take some time before you are able to succeed.” Leesa’s curiosity ratcheted up another few notches. Dominic seemed completely certain this new magic would prove difficult for her to master. She wondered again what it could be as she watched him reach one hand behind his back and pull his magic wall
Rave turned and raced off into the trees. After all these years, this was still Leesa’s favorite way to travel by far, the closest she came to feeling like she was flying, even more so than levitating and pulling herself toward some immovable object with her telekinesis. Moving in that manner was much slower—more like floating than flying. And this way she got to snuggle against Rave’s muscular chest, too.In a few places where people might see them, like crossing roads, they walked hand in hand like an ordinary couple, but for the most part they remained in the woods and Rave carried her. Sooner than Leesa would have liked—it always seemed much too brief when Rave carried her—they were speeding up the tall ridge toward their spot above the Moodus River. Despite the steepness of the slope, Rave did not seem to slow his pace at all. When he reached the wide rock outcropping he lowered Leesa gently to her feet near the edge of the ledge.Leesa stared down to where the slow-moving Moodus
Leesa's ride back home in Rave’s arms did not feel as wonderful as it should have. She had managed to push her concerns about the dead weeds to the back of her mind while she cuddled with Rave on their bench, but when they left the outcropping, they had to pass close by the dried out clump again. The brittle, shriveled stalks looked so out of place amongst the natural beauty of the ledge that it brought her worries back. All the way home, she could not shake the feeling that something was seriously wrong back there. Why she felt it so strongly, she had no idea. It was just a clump of dead weeds—wasn’t it?She wondered if Rave was feeling the same way, but decided to wait a bit to see if he brought it up himself. After all, he was the one who had smelled the blood. He did not say anything about the matter, though. If it bothered him, he was not saying. She knew him well enough to know he might just be sparing her his worries, since there was nothing either of them could do about it.W
That night, a terrifying dream visited Leesa’s sleep. It started out perfectly pleasant, before turning dark.She walked hand in hand with Rave through a dense copse of trees. Specks of sunlight filtered through the foliage and danced like tiny motes of magic on the forest floor. The air was almost perfectly still, but the shade kept the temperature from feeling too oppressive. Overhead, birds whistled melodious tunes as they flitted among the leafy branches. Closer to the ground, bees buzzed from brightly colored flower to brightly colored flower, collecting sweet nectar to bring back to their hives.Leesa sighed contentedly. It was such a perfect day. She turned her head and smiled at Rave. He returned her smile, then brought her hand up to his lips and kissed each finger tenderly, one at a time. She sighed again.They resumed their hike, and soon reached the bottom of a steep ridge.“How about yo
Leesa hurried down the sidewalk of Middletown's main street. She was meeting Cali at Giovanni's Restaurant, a favorite place since their college days, and she was already running late. The late afternoon summer sun shone down on her from a cloudless sky, and the heat was beginning to make her pale blue shirt stick to her back. She resisted the urge to slow her pace, because she did not want to keep Cali waiting any longer than necessary.Even though a few days had passed, her dream about the world’s destruction and Rave fading away into nothingness still weighed heavily on her mind. Practicing magic with Dominic had not helped distract her much at all. Unable to focus completely, she was no closer to decorating her ivory box—let alone attempting to fashion an avatar—than when she first attempted the new spell. She needed to talk to Cali, to tell her about the dream and her fears. It was one thing to talk to Rave and Dominic, but they were too close to the si
She described the details of the dream, how it had started out as a perfect summer day and how Rave carried her up the path to the ledge the way she loved. She told Cali about the Noises rumbling and how the apple decayed in the palm of her hand and how things got progressively worse from there. “Then, everywhere I looked, things were dying or dead and rotten. And I can’t get the sound of the wind out of my mind—it seemed almost like a freight train rushing by it was so loud. I turned to Rave and…” Leesa stopped. How could she explain the next part of the dream to make Cali understand how terrifying it was? He vanished? He faded from view? Even in her own mind, those words did not nearly do justice to the way it made her feel. “So, what happened then?” Cali prompted. “Rave disappeared. I know it doesn’t sound like much saying it like that, but it was like he was fading away right in front of me. I tried to grab him and hold on to him, but I couldn’t. I could
Serena awoke to the sound of birds chirping and the smell of fresh coffee brewing. She rolled over lazily, reaching out for Raphael, but the space was empty. With eyes still closed, she frowned. Where is that man? That man had probably been out of bed since the crack of dawn, beside himself with nerves for today’s big event, she thought regretfully. They were to be married today. Their lives intertwined for all of eternity. What man wouldn’t have cold feet at the prospect? And they’d known each other such a short time, too. She opened her eyes and blinked a few times, and frowned again. She had awakened in the safe house. Last night, she’d killed a man in her own home, and knew she could never go back there ever again. She didn’t care how good the Brethren’s cleanup crew could restore her home. It would never erase the vivid memories and horrors of what had happened there. She and Raphael would have to find themselves a new home, together. Until such time, this place would be it, th
It’s going to be a long day without Raphael, Serena thought, as she washed and dressed. But she carried on. With so many loose ends to tie up, final checks to be made, people and places to coordinate, she scarcely had time to think about anything else. Except for her father. In the quiet moments between the bedlam of planning a wedding, she reflected upon him and her heart ached. She had arranged for a nursing home staffer to drive him and his wheelchair to the Chapel of the Holy Cross for the wedding. They didn’t usually allow weddings there, but somehow, Raphael swayed their decision. Kemuel promised to wheel her father down the aisle beside her, and she loved him instantly for that. But her dream was to have him walk her down that aisle. A sob caught in her throat, and she quickly shook her head to whisk it away. None of that nonsense, Serena. Don’t be greedy. At least he is alive and here to be a part of it all. As the day waxed on to evening, Serena felt unsettled. She hadn’t s
Raphael spent the next few days cloistered with Serena, away from everyone and everything, like a honeymoon before the wedding. But every morning he made creative excuses to tear himself away from her for a little while and work with Fred. To make sure she didn’t visit her father, he dropped her off at her shop first so she could plan a small wedding with Callie and catch up on the mountains of paperwork.The healing sessions with Serena’s father went spectacularly, and with Raphael’s charisma, he convinced the nursing home staff to keep any improvements secret from her. They thought it romantic that he came to help with his fiancée’s father’s rehabilitation. Everyone there rooted for him, amazed at his miraculous awakening. All of the therapists worked their tails off during his therapy sessions, wanting to see their severely stroke-damaged patient beat the odds and walk his daughter down the aisle.On the morning of the fifth day, Raphael got Fred walking without any assistance.“Co
Raphael grabbed her hands. “Do it!” he demanded. He placed them on his temples and spoke to her through their bonded connection. She felt every thought he had had of Sirona over the years straight to the present down their threaded connection. She heard every thought he’d had of her, including every word he had spoken while holding her in his arms at Dr. Chappo’s estate. He sent her everything that filled his heart and soul about her, and finally, at last, she knew.She knew. And knowing was everything to her. He gently brought her hands away from his face, kissing her fingertips as he eased them down, and she took a few steps backward, looking at him as if for the first time. No one before had ever felt about her the way he felt about her, let alone express so strongly all he’d expressed when she’d lain dying in his arms.“You’re in love with me.” She gasped, astonished. Tears welled again in her eyes, but this time, for a very different reason.“Yes.” He took a bold step toward her.
A bundle of nerves, that’s what she’d turned into. Since leaving her father’s, Serena had been nothing but a bundle of nerves, rehearsing over and over again what she would say to Raphael up on the Rock. Looking all around her now, frightening memories kept popping into her mind, making her think that at any moment, Steve or Wheezer were going to jump out and nab her. Unfortunately, she had gotten to the summit way too early, and now paced like a caged bobcat. It had to stop. The bad guys are dead, Serena. Think positive, and let go the past. So, finding a suitable rock to sit on, Serena decided to do a little meditation to soothe her worried heart. “When I see him, I’ll know the right words to say,” she notified the birds. It may sting for a bit, but it’s for the best.****Raphael showed up at the base of the mountain with time to spare, and noticed Serena’s Jeep already parked. Perfect, he thought. He checked his pocket for the millionth time, making sure the ring box hadn’t fallen
Raphael watched Serena leave the nursing home from behind one of the bushes in the front. She seems in good spirits, he thought. Only when he saw her disappear down the street did he dare to venture out of his hiding place. He walked into the nursing home and headed straight to the reception desk.“Hello, I’m here to see Mr. Sikes.” He smiled amiably at the receptionist.“Wow, two visitors in one day. Fred’s a lucky guy. Sign in right here, please. You’ll sign out before you leave. Take this badge so we know you belong here. Room 103 is down the hall, make a left, and he’s at the end on the left.”He looked at her name tag, and winked. “Thanks so much, Judy.”Walking down the hall, he found himself fidgeting with the badge in his hand. Am I actually nervous? Hell yeah! Raphael, the man, is about to meet the father of the woman he loves. Raphael, the man, is about to ask for this guy’s daugh
Great! Just great! There’s a leak in my bedroom ceiling. Wait a minute, that’s not right. I’m not in my bedroom. I’m locked away in Dr. Chappo’s house. She remembered more. Being bound to a gurney, her body broken and dying. But I’m not lying on a gurney now, and I actually feel great. How could she be dying and still feel great? And what’s with the rain shower on my face? Slowly her eyes fluttered open, and she gasped.It was raining. Angel’s tears. Raphael’s tears, to be exact.She lay in his arms, and from the way he shuddered and sobbed, she thought maybe he didn’t know she lived. To be honest with herself, she’d only realized this fact just a few moments before. Iridescent wings were outstretched and trembling though no breeze made them flutter so.She gently raised her hand to caress his cheek and whispered softly. “Shh…there now, Raphael, shh. It’s all right. I’m ok
Raphael noticed a knob on the box. It made sense to dial it to its lowest setting. He followed the tubing to its clamp on Serena’s side and decided to completely clamp it off. Now, no more blood could flow. But he still needed to get the needle out of her arm. He found gauze and tape on the tray stand and proceeded to extrude the catheter from her arm carefully so as not to injure her. He replaced it securely with the gauze and tape. His hands shook. I can’t fall apart like this right now! He quickly shrugged off the threat of paralyzing fear.“Hey, Raphael, this guy says his name is Steve. Isn’t that the name of one of guys who assaulted Serena?” Gabriel asked.“Yes, yes it is,” he said through gnashed teeth. Rage filled him and he clenched his fists, trying to gain some semblance of control. “Bind him, tightly. Make sure he can see Dr. Chappo. I’d like him to see what happens to assholes like him when they choose
Searing hot pain shot like lightning throughout every inch of Serena’s body. Well, every inch she could feel, which left her very disturbed indeed, because she couldn’t feel anything past her waist. She could barely breathe without severe pain ripping through her chest and back. She knew what that meant—broken ribs. But what about her legs? Where were they? And why did her wrists feel shackled? Oh, dear God! What’s become of me? Her shallow breaths quickened. Her heart raced and fought for freedom behind her aching chest. Tears burst through her closed eyes and flowed untapped down the sides of her face.A voice sliced through the whooshing sound in her ears. A voice she knew all too well, and had come to despise with every molecule in her being.“Uh, Doc, I think she’s coming ’round. What do you want me to do?” Steve asked.“Hmm? Oh, nuffin. Nuffin, Seeve. Jus’ keep watchin’,” Dr. Chappo sl