“Roland, I think we need to talk.”
“Not right now, Ree. Let me enjoy the moment a little longer, okay?” He looked down at her, his face so sincere and open it made her heart stutter.
“Okay.”
He sighed in relief and pulled her a little closer. The soothing scent of leather, eucalyptus, and mint filled Ree’s nose. It was comforting in a way that she didn’t understand, but she decided to worry about it another time.
“Ree?” Confusion laced Melanie’s tone. Roland let his arm drop and they turned toward her, Ree’s heart dropping when she saw Paden was with Melanie. His expression was dark as he stared at Roland, his hands clenched at his sides.
“Hey, Paden. What are you doing out of class?” Ree’s voice was a little too upbeat.
“I went to check on you when I felt you use the power and ran into Mel at your classroom.” He moved close to Ree, his eyes traveling over her much the same way Roland’s had. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Shannon wanted to have a heart-to-heart.” Surprise and pleasure warred with guilt when he reached out to touch her cheek. The simmering anger Roland exuded was palpable. Paden tilted her chin and looked into her eyes; once he was satisfied with whatever he saw there he took a step back.
Wanting to diffuse the tension, Ree looked at Melanie and hoped her cheeks weren’t a bright red. “Are you ready to go?”
“Yep.” She held up Ree’s backpack. “Got an excuse from Mrs. Ward, too.” She held up a piece of paper similar to the one the nurse gave Ree.
“You think of everything,” Ree said with a smile of relief. She had worried about Mel ditching school.
“You’re leaving?” Paden stuck his hands in his pockets.
“Yeah, I can’t deal with Shannon. I’ll tell you about it later, okay?” Ree slid her backpack onto one shoulder and stepped closer to Melanie.
“Did you want to come too?” Melanie looked at Paden and Roland with a halfhearted smile. Apparently she didn’t want to be stuck playing moderator between the two guys, either. Paden looked upset about Ree leaving without him, but shook his head no.
“And mess up the girl time? Nah. Besides, I have some things to do.” Pulling a cell phone out of his pocket, Roland tossed it to Ree. “This is yours. Sophie wanted to make sure you had one on you at all times.”
“Uh, thanks. I can—”
“Ree, it isn’t like we have to pay for it. Our wealthy benefactors take care of stuff like this. Just take it. Download a bunch of ring tones and games or something.” Roland rolled his eyes. He turned and looked at Melanie, his stance shifting, the open expression becoming a little more businesslike. “Where are you guys going?”
“I was going to let Ree decide. We could go hang out at my house. Gram is there,” Melanie responded.
“Sophie is at the shop. You guys could head over there.”
“That’s a good idea. Sophie still has a lot of questions to answer.” Ree hitched her bag over her shoulder. “Maybe we can grab a coffee, too. That run-in with Shannon wore me out.”
“How about I pick you up from the shop after school, Ree?” Paden asked. Roland scowled at him, but didn’t say anything.
“Uh, yeah. If Mel doesn’t mind.”
“Nah. I’ll see you later anyways. I get to patrol tonight.” Melanie grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the door. “Now, let’s get out of here before someone asks what we’re doing.” She waved at the boys with her free hand. Ree smiled over her shoulder at the two guys, watching them leave. After they exited the doors, Melanie let go of her arm and mimed wiping sweat off her forehead.
“Good grief. The tension was going to kill me!”
Ree couldn’t have agreed more. “Let’s get outta here.”
Chapter 7
After grabbing a peppermint mocha from the coffee shop near Sophie’s, the girls crossed the street and pushed through the heavy door. The tinkling sound of a small bell accompanied their entrance and brought Sophie from the back of the shop.
“Hi, girls.” She set down the lamp she was carrying and wiped her hands on her jeans. “Giving up on school already?” She smiled and motioned for them to follow her into the back.
“Well, you know. Too cool and all that.” Ree threw her bag down in the corner and collapsed onto one of the overstuffed chairs. Taking a big sip of her warm drink, she leaned her head back on the armrest and draped her legs over the opposite side. Closing her eyes for a moment, she let herself relax. The dusty smell of the shop and the sunlight streaming in through the back windows combined to fill Ree with a peaceful feeling. With her eyes still closed, she listened to Mel and Sophie talk about the shop and the gentle sound of classical music drifting in from the storefront.
“Yeah, when I got to the bathroom Ree was floating in front of Shannon like an avenging angel. I didn’t know she could do that and apparently she didn’t either.” Mel was sitting backward in the desk chair, her arms propped on the backrest. “I’m pretty sure Shannon was a minute away from pooping her pants.”
Opening her eyes, Ree snorted and looked at Sophie. Despite being amused by Melanie, she was curious what Sophie had to say about the floating. The Greek woman’s expression was almost unreadable, which made Ree sit up in the chair. Could this be a bad thing? Or was the older woman trying to cover her own shock?
“Has this happened before, Ree?”
Ree almost said no, but something sparked her memory and she thought about the time she had fallen out of the tree on the island. Somehow she had managed to use the power to catch herself mere inches from the ground. Had she somehow used the power to float herself? Had she created a shield that kept her from hitting the pebble streaked ground? Her eyes rose to her friends and she cleared her throat.
“Actually, something happened on the island, but I didn’t know how to explain it. When I went out for some time alone, I fell out of that huge tree.”
“Ree!” Melanie looked at her with huge eyes. “You could have been really hurt!”
“Tell me what happened,” Sophie said quietly. “Everything you can remember.”
“I wanted to be alone, so I went for a run that morning after eating a huge breakfast. I took a break near the giant tree with the low, thick limbs. I tried to lean back against the trunk but I was too far away and fell. I thought I was a goner but everything stopped. I opened my eyes to see that I was floating a couple of inches above the ground. As soon as I realized it was happening I fell the rest of the way and ate dirt.” Scrunching up her nose, she looked at the peppermint mocha that she was still holding and considered what that might mean. “I’d like to say I had a split second of clarity and caught myself on purpose, but the truth is I was completely shocked. I had no way of explaining it and when I got back to the house everyone else was getting ready to go hunt.”
Straightening the papers on her desk, Sophie didn’t meet either of the girl’s eyes for a moment. Melanie looked at Ree, her eyes drawn together in suspicion, apparently not liking the hesitation.
“There are several things that could have caused these things to happen. When you fell out of the tree it could have been an instinctual use of the power. Perhaps something in your subconscious took over and kept you from cracking your head on a tree root. As for this morning, that is another matter altogether.” Sophie looked at the girls; her brown eyes were shadowed and if Ree didn’t know better she would have thought there was a tremor to Sophie’s voice. “I only know of one case where an Alastriana had enough reserve power to float the way Melanie described.”
“Did you ever meet her?” Ree asked, interested by the intensity of Sophie’s words.
“Did it give the Alastriana an advantage?” Melanie obviously had focused on the more pressing matter of the battle.
“Yes, I knew her.” Sophie looked at Ree with eyes that sparkled with tears. “And it got her killed.”
Ree slid her legs off of the armrest and placed her feet on the floor in front of the plush chair. Her heart
felt like it was stuck on pause and her breath caught in her throat. She wondered if Melanie had also thought of the same thing and looked at her friend. Caught in an unusual moment, Melanie’s face was clouded in sadness.
“Tria was the only person to ever have enough of a personal reserve of power to float in the manner you are speaking of. Until you, that is.” Sophie stood up and walked over to where Ree sat, kneeling at the younger girl’s feet. “I don’t think there is any more denying what is right in front of us.” Beautiful, lilting words fell from the older woman’s mouth as she looked at Ree in awe. A dam seemed to break in Ree’s chest, water flooding her eyes. She stood up and backed away from Sophie.
“No. I’m not your sister, Sophie. I’m sorry, but I can’t be Tria.” Her fists clenched her skirt on either side, the material bunching under the stress. Why this would be the straw to break the camel’s back, Ree would never be able to explain. Yet, it was more than she could handle to have the rest of her identity taken away from her.
Sophie’s smile was luminous as she shook her head at Ree. “You are, and you aren’t. There is a part of you that is Tria, but in this life you are most definitely Ree.” Taking a deep breath, she moved closer to Ree, still smiling. “Souls come back all the time. They evolve, change, learn, and grow. There will be a part of you that will always be Tria, just as there are many new facets that are not. It isn’t a shame to have had some experience as an Alastriana before this battle. Obviously, the gods thought so as well.”
“You said it killed her, but I thought it was because she saved Roland,” Melanie asked from her chair. Ree wanted to scream in protest. Her life didn’t feel like her own anymore, yet her friend was more worried about fighting. And she couldn’t begin to fathom what this might mean for her as far as Roland and Paden went. She belonged with Paden; she knew it in her gut, even if he had doubts. But a part of her seemed to grow daily, seemed to remember something of Roland, missed him when he wasn’t around. Was that her or Tria? Was there even a difference?
Ree backed away slowly from the Greek woman and her friend as Sophie turned to respond to Melanie. The need to be herself—to not feel like she was a weapon controlled by gods—burned in her veins. She wanted out of that back room, out of the suddenly stuffy shop, and away from the people that seemed to think she was nothing but a tool.
“Because Tria had such a large reserve of power, she didn’t pull from me the way she should have, and bringing Roland back drained her to the point of death. When she received a blow from another Dark One, her body literally gave up. She had no more strength, no more will to live.” Sophie turned back to Ree, her face pulled by a frown. “Where are you going, Ree?”
Ree’s back hit the swinging door that led to the front of the shop. She looked between the two people staring at her and could think of nothing to say. Instead, she shoved through the door and ran as fast as she could.
Chapter 8
Ree knew someone was behind her as she ran, but they kept their distance. They were probably trying to let her calm down, but it only irritated her to know they were back there, still watching her. Well, if they were going to give her space then she was going to take it. She neared the city market and slowed. Even in the cold weather, tourists walked along the sidewalks, peeking into shops and watching local artists work.
There was a large network of artisans who worked and lived in the Savannah area. Ree figured that was to be expected, considering the large, well-known art college located in the downtown area. Not only did many of the college’s students and teachers live in the downtown center, they often migrated back after exploring the world. That influx of creative-minded people lent the downtown area a sense of color and expression that mingled with the historic portions. It was a truly unique place and for a few minutes Ree let herself enjoy the cold breeze on her face and the different music that floated out from the shops and restaurants.
Noticing someone eating a praline as they walked by, Ree felt her stomach rumble. She ducked into one of the many candy and fudge stores and patiently waited for one of the people behind the counter to help her. After a few minutes she left the shop, munching on a caramel- and peanut-covered apple. It was messy, but she didn’t care. It was such a great treat she almost forgot why she was upset in the first place. Unfortunately, that feeling of being followed nagged along her shoulders, yanking her mind back to the problems she faced.
She headed for the riverfront, crossing the busy four-lane road and climbing down the steep stairs to River Street. The breeze was much colder on the waterfront and she wished she had worn something heavier. At least it isn’t raining, she thought, sitting down on one of the benches.
She picked some of the peanuts off the caramel apple and popped them into her mouth. Her mind was unable to pick a train of thought to work out. Instead, it bounced back and forth between the death of her friend, the shocking realization of what her brother had become, the new side to Paden, her comfort with Roland, and the fact that she may or may not be feeling things that were real. Sighing, she tucked some of her hair that was being blown in the breeze behind her ear and frowned down at her apple. If what she was feeling and experiencing was part of Tria, did that make it any less real? Did other people reincarnate and deal with the same questions? She picked off another peanut and stuck it into her mouth, still lost in thought. Maybe it wasn’t as big a deal as she was making it. Maybe it was; after all, most people aren’t thrust face-to-face with their previous life, were they?
Something warm caught her attention, and she realized someone was nearing her that carried their own sense of energy. It was different than what Sophie seemed to radiate, but similar in the sense that it didn’t feel dark or unnatural. Ree looked over her shoulder and smiled when she saw Melanie’s grandmother making her way toward the bench she was sitting on.
“Doing some shopping?” Ree asked as she scooted to the side to make room.
“Would it make you feel better if I had an excuse? Or would you rather I tell you my granddaughter called me because she was worried about you?” She sat down next to Ree and popped a peanut off the apple for herself. “Good choice.”
They sat there for a little while in silence, watching the wake of the boats that went past and enjoying a companionable silence.
“So, I take it you’re upset with some things.” Ellie smiled kindly at Ree.
Ree sighed and stuffed the rest of the apple into the bag from the store. “I guess Melanie is the one lurking in the store behind us?”
“Shouldn’t you know?” Ellie tilted her head to look at Ree, the lines around her eyes deepened by surprise.
“Yeah, I should.” Taking a deep breath, Ree let the power loose from the tiny ball she had tucked it into and made sure it really was Melanie standing in the shop with all of the wind chimes. Once she opened it up, she could feel the guilt and worry radiating from her friend. “I wanted some time to myself,” Ree explained, “so I wasn’t paying attention the way I should.”
“Ah.” The gray-haired woman looked at her for a moment, making Ree want to squirm. “I can understand the need to be alone.”
“I shouldn’t have let my guard down.” Ree looked down at the red bricks under her feet and sighed.
“No, you shouldn’t have.” Ellie smiled at Ree, easing some of the tension that had crept back into her shoulders. “But we all make mistakes. Just as I suspect they may have made mistakes when telling you about Tria.”
“You know about her?” Ree looked at the older woman in surprise.
“Oh, yes, dear. I knew a little before Melanie called, but she filled in some of the gaps.” Ellie settled back against the bench and pulled her heavy sweater tighter around her shoulders. “Obviously you aren’t too happy about it all.”
A sick laugh escaped Ree as she shook her head. “I guess you could say that.”
“But, why, dear? What is there to fear?”
“How do I know where I begin and Tria ends? Will it affect how I think and
what I do?”
“Let’s walk. It’s too cold to sit here and let the wind eat away at us.” Ellie stood up and offered her hand to Ree. Letting the older woman hold her hand as they walked, she felt a sense of peace settle in her heart. Ellie felt like home on a cold winter night. Remembering what she had learned about Melanie’s family, Ree looked at the sweet grandmother walking beside her. The faint gold color Ree had noticed earlier shone along the woman’s shoulders and near her head. It was subtle, but definitely there, which made her wonder if the woman had consciously done something to ease Ree’s stress level.
“It’s part of the gift.” As if sensing her thoughts, Ellie winked at her conspiratorially. They crossed the old cobblestone road, avoiding the trolley rails that were embedded in the stonework. Closer to the store fronts, the wind wasn’t quite as harsh while they walked past the vendors and shops. Ellie looped her arm through Ree’s and they walked in companionable silence for a while.
“So, you are worried Tria will make your decisions for you?” Ellie fingered a silk scarf that had a Celtic design along the edges. Her tone was conversational, but Ree couldn’t help but wonder if Ellie thought she was being silly.
“Yeah. How do I know if my thoughts are my own? Will she try to take control of me?”
“No, child. Let’s see, how can I explain this?” Pursing her lips, Ellie hummed to herself as she thought. “Ah. Okay. Do you think of ten-year-old Ree as a different person?”
“Ten-year-old Ree?”
“Yes. You when you were ten. Were you a different person, or just younger?”
“I was just younger. I was still me.”
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