But not all hope was lost. Harvester’s angelic Grace had found its way into Scotty’s cousin Logan’s fiancée, making Harvester’s resurrection a possibility.
If they found her blood.
The day she died, Harvester’s blood had rained down to Earth in two places: Aunt Limos’s house in Hawaii and a mosque in Jerusalem. After coating everything within a fifty-yard radius, the blood had disappeared as if it had never been. But, according to some witnesses, the blood at the mosque had formed a stream that drained beneath the Foundation Stone at the Dome of the Rock.
So far, Aleka had been unable to find it, and time was running out. Harvester’s Grace couldn’t remain in Eva for much longer without killing her.
“What’s this lead?”
“I found evidence of a previously unknown room underneath the chamber we searched,” Aleka said, her eyes bright, and her voice giddy with excitement. She loved solving mysteries, especially when they were archaeological in nature. Or, more accurately, demonological in nature. As a leading expert at the London Museum’s Centre for Demon Anthropology and Archaeology, she totally got off on poking around dusty, ancient shit. “I’ll be heading back to the mosque as soon as I can get permission. Want to join me?”
Scotty might not share her sister’s fascination with history and old, useless crap, but she did share Aleka’s obsession with finding out what had happened to their grandmother. Scotty missed her badass, devil-may-care G-ma every single day.
Aleka fidgeted with her ponytail as she waited for an answer. She’d never liked wearing her hair up. Scotty rarely let hers down.
She and her sister were opposites in pretty much everything.
“Wouldn’t miss it,” Scotty said.
“Good.” Aleka flipped her ponytail over her shoulder. “You always had a special connection with her. It’s probably a long shot, but I’m hoping you can sense her or something.” With a reluctant sigh, she glanced over at the weapon racks. “I can always use your muscle too.”
Scotty tested the tip of her blade. It was a training weapon, so the edge was predictably dull. “Maybe if you trained more, you wouldn’t need my muscle.”
Aleka huffed with annoyance. “You sound like Dad.”
Yeah, she’d been accused of that more than once. She’d take it as a compliment. Where Aleka had taken after their mother, Scotty was definitely a daddy’s girl.
And she had the freckles to prove it.
She watched her flawlessly skinned sister scowl at the weapons. “Is he still trying to get you to train more often?”
“Every time I see him.”
“Then maybe you should do it,” Scotty suggested. “He knows what he’s doing, and he just wants us to be safe.”
“I work in a museum,” Aleka said, as predictable as a sunrise. “It’s not like I’m getting attacked on a daily basis.”
Scotty hated that stupid argument. “It doesn’t matter where you work or how safe you think you are in a public building. We’re a target for every evil scumbag who wants revenge on our family. You need to be prepared for anything.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Aleka waved off Scotty’s lecture the way she would an annoying gnat. “Good thing I have my little sister to protect me.” She crossed her arms over her chest, which Scotty also envied. Aleka’s favorite joke used to be that she’d gotten their mom’s chest, and Scotty got their dad’s.
It wasnotas bad as that.
It wasn’t.
“So, what’s new with you?” Aleka asked.
Scotty cast a surreptitious glance at the arena entrance to make sure their father wasn’t nearby as she considered whether to confide in her sister. They’d always been as close as Scotty would want, but their differences often made it hard for them to relate. On the other hand,Aleka was also older and had more experience with males.
So, what the heck?
“I’ve decided to lose my virginity.” There.
“Wow.” One manicured eyebrow climbed up Aleka’s forehead. “I didn’t even know you were dating someone.”
“I’m not.”
Scotty waited for Aleka’s judgy attitude, but all she said was, “Okay, so why now?”
