“Well, that is one way,” I tease. “But wait, what if they hear us?” Worry settles on my shoulders. He doesn’t look at me as he answers, trying to keep his emotions in check.
“They won’t, I promise.” Not sure if a promise like that really means anything. I shrug my shoulders. “If I promise something I mean it,” he groans. “Oh and by the way, your walls are down, you should keep them up,” he instructs me. I feel him in my mind as tension rises in my chest. How have they gotten down? I steady myself and build my mental wall up brick by brick, following him as he pushes the entrance door open and strolls into the dark. Luckily for us, that was unlocked. I use my signet to hold a small light above my hand that leads us the way.
“Where do you think they keep it?” I whisper as I close the door with a soft thud behind me.
“Probably the office, that is where the king keeps it.”
“So a book?”
He nods his head and I take that as a yes. Little does he know I sometimes have some kind of strange ability or attractionswith books. I can feel the tingle rush through me as we walk under the staircase and open the first door.
“I think I can find it,” I whisper shy, nervous about sharing my strange ability. We open another door.
A bathroom.
My heart pounds fast and I look around, scanning the room. I tiptoe into another direction and my heartbeat fills my ears. As a direction my heartbeat leads me into another room. I open the door with my free hand. Before I can see what room I am standing in, the light above my hand spreads into little lights that fly fast into the room.
The office.
I step inside and my heart beats so loud that I can’t hear anything else. Without looking where Braxton is, I follow my lights.
The lights float towards a light oak bookcase, behind a desk. They gather around a book hidden behind another tray of books.It shines so bright I almost can’t look at it. I take the black book out of the case and flip through the pages.
There it is, on the first page.
Gwen, her parents’ will and inheritance.
Well thank you, dear power and signet inside off me for making this easy for me.
My eyes wide as I read the inheritance they will leave Gwen behind with.
“Braxton, I found it,”I squeak out. I can feel him coming closer. Every hair on my body standing up straight as I feel his energy reach me.
“Why don’t you sound glad?” he huffs out. His footsteps fill my ears, and his warmth strokes my thighs. I turn around facing him.
“Gwen isn’t their real daughter.” I swallow, and I turn around, looking into his eyes who are more busy with following the sparkles that come out of the book than looking at my face.
“They decided to not leave her anything.”
We walk outside, my throat still thick and dry as we pace over the cobblestone pathways through the village again. I carry the papers out of the book in my backpack, not sure what he is going to do with it. My eyes scan the time on a big clock on the square.
2 a.m.
How is that possible? We must have been at least busy for four hours. We could not have walked this far and that much in only two hours. I look at Braxton. His eyes are bloodshot, and I watch him as he tries to hide a yawn. Maybe throwing that rock cost more energy than I thought it would?
“Why did the book light up, Eliane? Why did you sense it? I saw in your eyes that you felt an attraction to it.”
This time I freeze my shoulders.
“I don’t know,” I answer truthfully. “I think it is a side effect of my magic. My magic always leads me the way.”
He nods his head, while he puts his hand on my shoulder. I look at his hand as I relax under his touch. The warmth of his fingers fighting the shiver that is about to run over me.
He doesn’t ask further, but keeps his hands on my shoulders for a bit longer.
I don’t correct him.
We stroll toward a horse and carriage. The man standing next to the horse extends his hand. I assume he wants money.
