Page 120 of Visions & Shadows

“Thanks for the clothes,” I mutter.

“Don’t mention it.” Her voice is softer, and she gives me a worried look. “Are you okay?”

Feeling awkward, I just nod.

Brenna surprises the hell out of me when she closes the distance between us and pulls me into a hug. Her voice is strained as she whispers, “We missed you at the funeral.”

“I was there.”

I’m still stunned that she’s hugging me.

Maybe they threw something in her elixir so she would be nicer to me.

“Where do we need to go next?” Raighne asks, and I pull away from Brenna.

“I’m not sure. The man sounded Irish, but they could be anywhere in the world. I couldn’t see anything except for the guy.”

I’m so frustrated with my visions, or should I say, the lack of details in them.

“Where are we now?” I think to ask.

Jason gives me an incredulous look, but answers, “Maastricht. In the Netherlands.”

“We need to leave this house,” Finian says. “We can be traced via the waterfall.”

“You’re right,” Raighne agrees. “We have to find a place far from here where we can stay tonight and take it from there.”

I glance at Jason. “Do you know of a motel where we can go to?”

“How far away are we talking?” he asks.

“At the very least, an hour,” Raighne answers.

Jason nods. “We can take my station wagon.” He looks at us. “It will be a tight fit, though.”

“We’ll make it work.” I start to feel nauseated and place a hand over my stomach. “Can I have some water?”

“Sure. We should probably pack something to drink and eat for the road.”

I follow Jason to the kitchen and take a bottle of water from him. After drinking some, I say, “Thank you for understanding. It will all be worth it in the end.”

I hope I’m right and not lying to him.

He packs some snacks, sodas, and bottles of water into a bag, then nods at the door. “Let’s go.”

When we join the others, I try to avoid getting too close to Raighne as we leave the house.

Reaching the station wagon, I say, “I’ll sit in the back with Brenna and Finian.”

There’s a frown on Raighne’s face as he gets into the front passenger seat, and I make sure I sit behind him so he can’t see me if he looks over his shoulder.

“How did you all find me?” I ask when Brenna scoots into the backseat, sitting between Finian and me.

“When you shift, you leave a trace behind. We just followed it,” she says.

Jason starts the engine, and I rest my exhausted head against the window, but then my eyes catch Raighne’s in the side mirror.

He looks concerned, and the moment I feel his warmth, I shake my head and close my eyes.

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