Sage sat, speared an egg and stuck it in her mouth, the food awakening the hunger she’d experienced the day before. She thought of the WHIT-WHIT in the car, remembering she’d failed to finish it. She decided not to drink it—it could have gone bad overnight. She might tell the doctor next month, or she might not. She speared the second egg and chewed and swallowed it as Canyon came to the table with his food. She picked up her two pieces of bacon and quickly ate them.
“Damn girl, put that food away,” Canyon said.
She turned a hardened gaze on him, outraged. “Are you remarking on how much I’m eating?”
He shook his head. “Am I not supposed to do that?”
“No,” she snarled.
He took her plate and put his plate down in front of her. “Ok then, I’ll just sit over here and admire you silently.”
Sage held back a laugh, then shook her head inwardly. He wasn’t funny or charming. She did take the new plate and eat the food while he sat with a glass of orange juice, watching her, his face open and friendly.
He pissed her right the fuck off. She picked up her plate and took it in the front bedroom, then sat on the bed and finished it. Done, she went back out into the living area, passing by Canyon on her way to the kitchen.
“You've really never seen me before?” she asked, not looking at him, her voice tight.
“I saw your picture on your driver's license a few days ago.”
Sage stood at the sink, washing the plate. “What’s Reed’s power?” she asked, dying to know.
“She can talk to plants and understand them, and she can tell them what to do.”
Sage was dumbstruck, out of all the things she’d expected him to say, talking to plants just wasn’t one of them.Who knew that was even possible? She remembered Reed’s fear of cut flowers and thought maybe the phobia had been misunderstood indignation.
“I don't have any power,” Sage said.
“You do,” Canyon said. “You just don't know what it is yet. All the mates have had to learn to use their power.” In her peripheral vision, she saw him turning in his chair to face her. “Do you have a pendant?”
Sage opened her mouth to say maybe, but she didn't want to tell him anyfoxensecrets, so she closed her mouth and shook her head instead. She couldfeelhim smelling that lie.
“I don't have arenqua,” she said softly.
He nodded, not seeming to care, and that floored her. She’d thoughtrenquaswere all-important to thevodand anyone without one might as well be trash. She finished washing the plate, thinking about it, then faced Canyon, with no stable footing underneath her. She’d hated him for so long, andnone of this made sense.
“So… who's my mate?” Sage asked, sarcasm in her voice. “Not you,” she added quickly.
“Not me.”
“Not him,” she said, pointing at Timber, sleeping comfortably as a wolf on the couch, feet curled toward the back of it.
Canyon shook his head. “Nope.”
“Then who?”
He shrugged. “Sebastian, maybe?”
Sage didn’t like that. Everyone knew Sebastian Breese was the scariestvodvodthere was.
71—Prophecies Colliding
A noise from the yard attracted Sage’s attention. A silver Cadillac Escalade drove slowly down the driveway—Mina!
Sage stood, flustered, having no idea what she was going to say. She pointed at Canyon. “Stay here.”
He nodded once. Sage ran outside where the sun was up and the air was cold. Cars whooshed by on the road on the other side of the trees. Mina drove all the way down the driveway, parked behind Sage’s car and got out, a questioning look on her face, her long brown hair in a low pony down her back. When Sage drew close, Mina’s eyes opened wide and she covered her mouth with her hands. Sage didn’t know what to make of the reaction. She turned around to be sure Canyon wasn’t behind her.
“Vixie,”Mina breathed, plucking at the air around Sage’s shoulder.
