I sniffed, wiping away the few tears that threatened to fall. “It might be. If you’re a descendent, I can use your blood to track them down.”
He turned me towards him, wrapping his arms around me. I pressed my forehead into his throat and hugged him back. “You don’t need to worry about that right now,” he insisted. “I know it hurts you when you find letters from her.”
I sniffled again. “A little, but mostly it makes me miss her. When I see her handwriting and read her words, I can almost hear her voice speaking to me. Even after all these years, I miss that. I miss talking to her, even when she was giving me shit for not behaving appropriately as thefuture High Priestess of the coven.”
Finn ran his hand over my spine, up and down. The soothing motion actually calmed me. He definitely had the magic touch because I would have pushed any other man away in the past. “Okay.”
I pulled myself together. “I need to get started,” I stated. “I’m going into all of this blind. Hell, I’ve never even heard of this Rhiannon witch. Have you?”
He shook his head. “You need to rest. Right now, you’re riding on adrenaline from the spell and the vision, but you’re going to crash soon. This will all be waiting for you after you take a nap.”
“I can’t nap now!” I cried. “This could be a matter of life or death!”
Finn cupped my face in his large hands. “Focus, Kerry. Use your abilities. Do you feel any danger?”
I wanted to argue with him, but he had a valid point. Damn the man and his ability to be logical.
Finn grinned at me as though he could read my thoughts and I realized I’d likely broadcasted them quite loudly all on my own. Another indication I was as tired and stretched thin as he thought.
Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and did as he suggested. I sensed no peril or threat in my city. When I lifted my eyelids, Finn was smiling down at me.
“Feel better?” he asked.
I frowned at him. “Yes,” I mumbled. “But there’s no way I can sleep yet.”
“Then we’ll talk for a bit until you get sleepy.”
I sighed, but gave in. Finn was right. I wouldn’t be effective if I was working from a state of exhaustion.
“Come on. We’ll lie in bed and you can tell me all about your plan,” he invited.
I stared at him in bemusement. “I just found out about all of this. I don’t have a plan.”
His eyebrows lifted. “Of course you do. I know how your mind works, Kerry. You’ve already begun thinking about what your first five steps should be.”
He swept me up in his arms and headed toward the door. Over his shoulder, I flicked my hand and the book floated back to the shelf, sliding into its spot without hesitation.
Finn knew me too well. I had already begun formulating how to learn more about Rhiannon. My mother’s letter had mentioned Cornelius and how Rhiannon had hidden from him. Cornelius had a twin–Rhys. Though I didn’t know him well, I believed he might be able to supply me with vital information.
When Cornelius had begun his campaign to gain control, my friends and I had been taken by surprise. I was determined to learn everything I could about Rhiannon, Aveta, and Alaunus because I couldn’t allow that to happen again.
Rhiannon had already torn apart the lives of two people who loved each other. I had no intention of allowing her to do the same to me.
And, maybe, I would be able to bring Aveta and Alaunus together again. After witnessing their past, I believed they deserved a chance at happiness. Together.
