I have no doubt that those in charge—the overlords—know exactly where we are, but since we have caused no waves, they seem content to leave us to our lives.
One day, we’ll have to make waves if we want anything to change. I just don’t know when that day will come.
“Are you okay, Dalia?”
I glance up at Phoebe’s question, offering her a soft smile. “I don’t know. Something big is coming, and I don’t know what it means for us and for Iero.”
“We feel it too, sister. How could we not?” Morrigan sighs. “I guess we should be glad we were able to go this long without trouble.”
“We knew we weren’t going to live in peace forever,” Phoebe agrees.
I shrug, knowing they’re right, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it. I love the peaceful life we’ve enjoyed for nearly fifty years.
My head snaps up as I hear the purr of motors heading toward us from the bridge.
“At least we know why we felt the need to be out here,” Morrigan says with a sigh as she pushes to her feet and removes her gloves.
Phoebe and I quickly do the same, brushing off dirt as we move as one toward the edge of our property.
It’ll be another minute or so until they reach us. Because it’s so quiet in Iero, we can always hear when someone is coming onto the island with a vehicle.
It takes me a few moments to realize that’s not the sound of one or two motors but many.
Gasoline is scarce in these parts, and not just because we live on an island separate from others. Usually, it’s the supernatural leaders who hoard it like the gold it is in the cities they call home.
We have a smaller car to escort newcomers onto the island, plus a few trucks we use to go to the mainland to get supplies we can’t make ourselves, but those trips are few and far between. We’ve lost people on those trips—especially in the beginning. We’re mostly self-sufficient now.
Thank the gods and goddesses—wherever they’ve disappeared to.
I straighten my shoulders and lift my chin as the car pulls into view, Jaeden looking massive behind the wheel. It’s not exactly the best vehicle for a stone coat to be driving around in, which is why he rarely escorts anyone onto the island.
If he’s escorting the newcomers, then he’s worried—which sends my nerves ratcheting.
Three motorcycles follow the car, loud and obnoxious. The three riders wear helmets, so I can’t make out their faces. They’re still too far away for me to make out their patches, but when an MC comes knocking, they always bring trouble.
“Prepare yourselves, sisters,” Morrigan says quietly.
Standing between her and Phoebe, I take their hands in mine as we await the newcomers.
CHAPTER TWO
Dalia
Jaeden climbs out of the car as the bikers park behind it. They don’t immediately move off their bikes, allowing Jaeden time to approach us.
“They said they need to speak to you,” Jaeden tells us as he glances over his shoulder at the three riders. “They’re from the Headless Riders MC. They wouldn’t tell me why they needed to speak to you.”
Morrigan considers the riders before turning her attention back to Jaeden. “What do we know of their MC?”
“Not much. They’re not from around here.”
“Hmm, that’s not helpful.” I stare at the bikers, wondering why they’re so insistent on speaking with us. “Did they ask for us specifically?”
Jaeden runs a hand through his white hair. “They asked for the Fates.”
“Few people know who we are.” Phoebe’s eyes narrow at the bikers.
We’re all suspicious of their motives, but we’re never going to find out what they want from over here.
