“Sure,” I answered with a side glance at my mate.
Rockhard rolled his bottom lip between his teeth. “I think you should consider doing your family tree.”
I snorted along with Dayna. “The Roberts family tree is well documented,” Dayna answered.
Lenson’s lip twitched. “Your females might be, but the males are a patchy account at best.”
With good reason in my case. “Why?” I asked.
“With what Eloise is trying to achieve, it might be a good idea to figure out who you could draw to your side.”
My grandmother had been relentless in her quest for a gang of strong female offspring, which is why I have so many aunts. But did I know who their fathers were? No. Did they? Not sure. It was a fair point to raise.
“Lines are being drawn, Cora,” Rockhard said, as he leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. “It’s time to find out who will fight for you.”
“And who is against you,” Lenson finished.
Dayna blinked. “It’s coming, Cora. Your future, your fate, your freedom filled with death, darkness, and decay.”
My blood went ice cold.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
In a baked goods competition, cookies reign supreme.
My aunt had regular creepy insights sent to her by a higher power, but the fact she’d spoken the exact words Hudson had once uttered to me in a dream was a whole new level of freaky. When two separate people experienced something, it was no longer random, especially when the idea of it wasn’t so farfetched, since I was the embodiment of death. It seemed someone wanted to tell me something, but who? I doubted God used such vague messaging. Wait, no, that’s exactly what he did. In fact, he was notorious for it. Is that what this was? Couldn’t he just send a message through my father? It seemed overkill to come at me through dreams and my aunt’s random predictions.
No. I was missing something—again.
Hudson pulled up to the entrance of Summer Grove House, and the rear car doors opened and closed, leaving us alone. I just needed a minute to collect my thoughts.
Hudson’s hand threaded into my hair, and he twisted my head to face him. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
Nothing good.“I feel like we are missing puzzle pieces,” I told him honestly.
“Is that why you went white as a sheet when Dayna declared something utterly random, which, while oddly terrifying, really meant nothing?”
He caught that? Of course he did. In for a penny, in for a pound. “It’s not the first time I’ve heard those specific words.”
His gaze narrowed. “Explain.”
I gazed into those hazel eyes, full of acceptance, love, and respect. It was terrifying how they’d come to represent home in such a short span of time. “You said them once,” I started.
“I would have remembered saying that.”
I tapped my temple. “In my dreams.”
He glanced at my forehead like he could see inside to the inner workings of my mind. “In what context?”
“We were on a burning field, and you warned me of what was coming.” He squinted at me, and something passed over his gaze.What are you hiding, Principal?
I opened my mouth just as my car door flung open, and Sebastian stuck his head inside. “Dave says you can give us the power to see the dead.”
I twisted my head to look at my best friend over my shoulder. “Timing.”
“I agree. It’s a great time to see the shit you can.”
I huffed. Guess we were tabling this conversation for later. But we would be having it. I released my seat belt and stalked after Sebastian, who was skipping up the stairs. Harry floated next to me, twisting his hands in front of himself.
