“Fine then. Calmas a cucumber.”
I grinned. “Cool.”
She threw herhands in the air again. “I’m as calm as whatever a thing that’s calm is!”
I gave her aquick nod. “Noted. You’re calmer than a speeding clam.”
“I need you tostop being funny and charming and tell me what’s happening to me before Icompletely lose my mind.”
I cocked myhead. “You’re not losing your mind, Lennox. But youarebeginning tolose your humanity.”
“What does thatmean?”
“The Fates havebrought us together. It’s something your soul knows to be true even if yourmind doesn’t yet. You no longer belong with humans. You belong with us.”
“I can assureyou I am most certainly human.”
“I think that’sall I should say right now.”
I noticed herright eye began to twitch and it was the cutest thing I’d ever seen… even if itindicated she might want to kill me. “What are you talking about? I have amillion more questions.”
I smiled. “And Iwill answer every single one of them, but right now I’m starving from choppingwood and I’m going to need my strength if I’m going to catch our supper.”
She cocked herhead. “Catchour supper?”
“The cabin isstocked with plenty of non-perishables, but I’ll need to hunt, fish, or gathereverything else we may need while we’re here.”
“Which will befor how long,exactly?” Lennox asked.
“Until I’mcertain it’s safe to move you. For now, this cabin is the safest place in theworld and Alasdair agrees. I know it’s a lot, but I’ll ask you again to trustme and my family. Okay?”
Lennox let out afrustrated huff before giving me a curt nod.
“Good. Now, gointo the mud room and find a pair of wellies that’ll fit you while I make someporridge.”
“Wellies?” sheasked.
“Aye, love.Wellies. Gumboots. There’s a whole pile in there. One of ’em’s bound to fityour feet.”
“And why would Ineed to wear thesewellies?”
I snapped myfingers in the air. “Because you’re going to join me.”
“To catch oursupper? As in fish? Like, as in, go fishing?”
“You make itsound like I said we’re flying on a rocket ship to Saturn.”
“No, no, no. Notat all.” She gave me a chuckle that held no mirth. “Fishing sounds…fun, I’vejust never…um…. fished before. Exactly.”
“No one in yourfamily has ever taken you fishing?”
Lennox shook herhead. “Weekdays were for school and Bible study and the weekends were reservedfor church.”
“What aboutwhile on holidays?”
“Bible campsmostly. There was usually a lake of some sort, but never fishing.”
“That makes nosense at all. Wasn’t it Jesus himself who told his mates he’d make them allfishermen?”
