See How She Runs (30 page)

“We are moving you back to Geneva. Alabama,"
he said as I began to ride him. “So, does that suit you, Mrs.
O’Malley.”

“Not Mrs. O’Malley yet," I sighed as I
surrendered to his primal needs.

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We left the Council headquarters, assuring
Molly that she and Ian could have the house free and clear. I
promised to sign the deed over as soon as we were settled. I also
had to promise Molly that there were two separate rooms. I had a
feeling she would be installing extra locks on her bedroom door. We
had a tearful goodbye and I knew that I would miss my friends.

These people had been more faithful to me
than I had ever deserved. Just as we headed out to the car Isadora
approached us. She pulled me into a hug, which utterly confused me.
This woman was as distant as they came. She bent over my ear and
whispered, “They are still watching you, be careful my dear. If you
see anything or you have any fears you call me directly. Trust no
one but the ones you do now."

She pulled back and placed a small piece of
paper in my hand. She hugged Kennan next. “You guard her and keep
her."

She nodded at us before quickly
disappearing.

“Well that was odd," I said, not sure what
to make of the whole situation.

“Yep, but she is like two hundred and fifty
years old, so that is to be expected. She sees a lot," Kennan
said.

“Wait, what? Am I going to live to be that
old?" I asked, suddenly terrified. I had not thought to ask if we
lived longer.

“Oh yeah, did I not mention that bit. Some
Seers have lived to be almost 300 years old," he said as he ducked
into the car to avoid my fury.

“Really, really Kennan? Is there anything
else I am missing out on? Will I spout wings and fly soon?" I asked
as I climbed in the car.

“I love you?" he said with a smile.

“Just drive," I said, wanting to put the
past few months as far behind me as possible.

As the Council building slipped away in the
rearview mirror, I knew that I was finally safe once more. I had a
wedding to look forward to and a really long life with Kennan. I
wondered if I would kill him before I turned two hundred. As I
looked over at him I decided that three hundred years probably
would not be enough.

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EPILOGUE

The days had grown sticky and hot as the
summer set in. The temperatures had soared into the hundreds with
the humidity hanging out at around 100 percent. I loved every
glorious second of it. I looked around my house and knew that I was
exactly where I was meant to be. My time spent in that awful lab
and at the Council was a fading memory.

I looked over at Kennan lying in bed and I
realized how grateful I was for everything that had brought us
together. We had been here for almost six months and I still could
not get enough of him.

“What are you thinking?" Kennan asked.

“I am thinking how lucky I am. I sure do
love you. You know that right?”

“I should hope so. Now get back in bed so
that we can get some sleep. You wore me out today," he said with a
snicker.

“Whatever, cake tasting is not hard work," I
said as I smacked his chest.

I climbed in the bed and curled into his
body. I allowed the peace and comfort to pull me into a deep
sleep.

**********

I was in the forest again and the wolves
were tracking me. They could smell my fear. I knew they were
coming. I saw Xavier in the background, smiling in his maliciously
cold way. I tried to run from him, but every direction was blocked
by the wolves. I remembered the way their teeth had gnashed at me
and torn my skin from my bones. It was something that I would never
forget.

I looked for an escape and saw the only way
out was through Xavier. I tried to remember that he was not real. I
tried to remember that he was dead. I tried to control the
dreaming.

I heard him laugh coldly. “Oh, Little One.
You sweet naïve thing. They are coming for all of you," he said as
the blood started to pour from his neck wound.

“
I wasn’t the only one," he said before
fading into the fog.

As soon as he was gone the wolves pounced
and I cried out.

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I was pulled out of my dream by my own
scream. I looked over to find Kennan staring down at me worriedly.
I had so hoped for a little peace. I had hoped that I could bask in
my happiness with Kennan, but I knew that once again, my hopes had
been denied.

I looked at him with tear filled eyes and
said, “It isn’t over.”

Michelle Graves is a
self-proclaimed nomad, moving every two to three years with her
husband the Army man, her beautiful daughter, and a fat, tailless
cat named Torri. When she is not writing away, trying to purge her
mind of yapping characters, Michelle can be found entertaining her
daughter, attempting to craft (and trying not to injure herself
with the glue gun), baking yummy treats, or reading. She admits to
having a restless spirit, and forces her family to go out on
adventures whenever possible. They lovingly play along. If you want
to find out more about Michelle, be sure to check out her facebook
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