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“What is it, Cora?” I whisper, wanting to let her go at her own pace but also dying to know. “The man,” she says, looking up and meeting my gaze. “Don’t you remember him, Ella?” “I – I didn’t see him, Cora,” I say, shaking my head. “I didn’t see what you saw in the hypnosis. Maybe if I did – I’d h
Chapter 633
Sinclair As Cora sits on the bed with her sister, I meet my brother’s eyes above her head and nod towards the door. He nods as well, agreeing. He places a hand on Cora’s shoulder and gives her a little squeeze before heading to the door. Ella turns towards me as I stand up, grabbing my phone and h
Chapter 634
“Good,” I say, standing up straight and nodding, looking back to my phone to again chase down that sketch artist. “You’ll go tonight. Take Cora.” “What?!” “After she is done with the sketch artist,” I continue, looking up to meet his eyes seriously. “You’ll take her to this library with you.” “Wh
Chapter 635
Cora That evening, our car rumbles down the road towards the archive, Roger steady at the wheel. Another car with two guards follows behind us, keeping a steady eye out for anything strange. I sigh, already exhausted, even though I got more sleep than Ella or Roger or Sinclair last night. Still –
Chapter 636
“Yup,” Roger says. “Are you ready to go in? Do you need a minute?” I stretch in my seat, my eyes closed, and take a mental inventory of myself. Body? Stiff, but all right. Mind? Thoroughly shaken. Heart? …best left uninvestigated, for the moment. “Yup,” I say, turning a sunny smile Roger’s way. H
Chapter 637
Cora About three hours later I am…over books. As a genre, in their entirety. My hands are dusty, and I’m sick of the smell of musty old pages, and they’re just so boring – Page after page of history regarding shifter worship practices – who genuflected to this god, and how, and where, and for how
Chapter 638
I turn the page, seeking more, but am shocked and disappointed to find that that’s the end. “That’s it?” I gasp. “It’s enough,” Roger says, his hand flattening against my back. I turn to him, not knowing what to do. “Are you sure, Cora?” he asks me, turning the page back and pointing to the picture
Chapter 639
Cora The weather, bizarrely, gets worse as we drive. I’m usually not skittish about driving in bad weather, by as the miles pass I feel myself getting more and more anxious. The water pounds against the windshield and thunder booms around us, lightening flashing through the forests through which we
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