“I was going to say I’m heading out to grab a few things,” she says, stopping when she takes us in. “But I think I know what must have happened.”
We all stare at her. Waiting.
“She’s always been a catalyst,” Meg says. “For change.”
“If the music found its way to you,” she continues, “it’s because she thought one of you needed it. Or all of you.”
“The Dark Angel?” Remy asks.
Meg shrugs, already turning away. “Who or what else?”
She heads for the door. “I’ll be back.”
Chapter fifty-five
Remy
We left shortly after Meg’s bombshell last night. I don’t want to push Christianna, she has only just started opening up. I want her to feel in charge of her life. Up until now she has had so little control.
Erik is bringing me to the graveyard. I need to see it for myself.
We approach her little plot near the gazebo.
On top of it lies a black envelope with silver script.
I reach for it and open it.
I have entrusted you with much.
Do not abuse it.
—Dark Angel
I pass it quietly to Erik as I drop to my knees and let my hands trace the letters.
Erik quietly starts singing a lullaby.
You were my sunrise
My bright new beginning
A promise of more
I never saw coming
You gave me hope
You gave me reason
To continue despite
the world's cruel intentions
And then in a moment
you disappeared
And though you aren’t here
