Page 215 of Caelum

Because I found that to be reasonable, with a few flicks of my fingers, I sent the images to him. The instant his phone pinged, he abandoned the sandwich he’d been building and sent them to the couple who might know something about what was going down with Eve.

“We’re going to be getting off the boat at Gibraltar. It’s British territory in Spain. One of my family’s private jets will be waiting for us there, and it will take us to London,” Frazer informed us.

“They haven’t agreed to meet with us yet,” I pointed out.

Samuel snorted. “They will. This is just a formality. How many kooks do you think they hear from on a weekly basis?” He pursed his lips in disapproval. “They have to have some sort of vetting process, and a manifestation on this scale? Throw in the language? They’re going to bite. Trust me.”

His phone beeped and we all laughed.

“From your lips to God’s ears,” Nestor said piously, but we were all buzzing, hoping it was the professors.

Samuel nodded. “Would seem so. They agree to meet with us on the eighteenth.” He shot a look at Frazer. “The jet will be there, won’t it?”

“Yes. I arranged it through Harry,” Frazer replied.

When Samuel caught my quizzical glance, he shrugged. “My family doesn’t like to remember I’m still breathing. If I have to use the Stafford fleet, then I arrange it through a cousin who doesn’t hate my guts.”

“Did they say anything else?” Dre addressed Samuel.

“No. Just that they’d meet us.” He reached up and rubbed his chin. “Now we just need to figure out what the fuck is going on with Eve.”

“Maybe whatever it is that’s fucking with her will lessen up now thatwe’ve figured out a game plan?” Dre’s tone was hesitant but hopeful, and as batshit crazy as it sounded, it kind of made sense.

Her passing out and sleeping for days straight had certainly taken away any interest on Reed, Stefan, and Frazer’s parts to keep her locked up in bubble wrap for the rest of her life. Instead, we’d all focused on figuring out what was going down with her, shifting our focus from the future to the present.

“We can only hope. Normally, I’d say that was insane, but she passed out when we started dithering. If there ever was a prompt to get a move on with things, that was it.” Samuel reached up and rubbed at his eyes. “Now that’s sorted, I’m going to get some sleep. Wake me if there are any developments.”

As he shuffled off, his shoulders hunched despite his success in tracking down someone who might be able to help us, I watched him until he’d left the area and asked, “Are we throwing all our eggs in one basket?”

Reed shook his head. “Samuel never does that. He has two other parapsychology units lined up if these two professors don’t work out, but they’re not as perfect for our needs as the two in England. According to him, we’ll be heading to Edinburgh next if they don’t work out, and then New Orleans. There’s someone there who’s an expert on spiritualism and Voodoo.” He shrugged. “The best bet of finding what that fucking language is, though, is through these professors.”

Scraping a hand over my hair, I rested it at the back of my neck and rubbed the tension that had been there ever since Eve had her seizure. I was thankful she hadn’t had a second one, but the need to be with her was riding me hard. Sitting there, gawping at her day after day, wasn’t doing either of us any good, but being away from her was setting me on edge.

After that night with the McAllister infiltration, after what Eve had done to me, my Lorelei was close to the surface, and he was not happy about not being Claimed. Especially when his Chosen was there. The soul, even though he was decades old, felt young. Like it was taking baby steps in a place that had recently been full of other creatures. I understood it was having growing pains, but it was ramping up my anxiety to previously unreached heights.

“Go to her, brother,” Dre rasped, jerking me from my thoughts with a clap to my back. “We can’t do anything now except wait for her to awaken and reach Gibraltar. We’re going as fast as we can.”

“Shouldn’t we hit land and try to fly?”

“Maybe when she wakes up,” Frazer inserted, “but it depends.Do you really want her, after she’s been unconscious for so many days, to be stuck in a car as we drive across the desert to reach the nearest airport?” He grunted. “I know I’d prefer her to be comfortable here while she’s still so shaky.”

Because I agreed to a certain point, I just nodded and got to my feet. I collected some food on a couple of plates, grabbed a few more dishes to cover what I’d gathered, then hauled a large bottle of water from the mini fridge that sat underneath the table.

“You know where to find me,” I told them and headed out without a backward glance.

The nearer I was to Eve, the more my Lorelei seemed to calm down. It was weird to be tied to someone so intrinsically that the physical distance between you could agitate you. Having never experienced the like before, and not having spoken to that many Packs with Chosen, I didn’t know if it was normal or if it was another ‘perk’ to having an odd duck for a mate.

I used my elbow to drop the doorknob and headed into the room. When I saw Samuel, I almost froze in shock. I hadn’t expected him to come here, hadn’t expected him to go anywhere other than another bedroom, but he was tucked in at her side, curled into her, and Eve?

She’d curled into him.

What the fuck?

She’d moved. For the first time in four days, she’d moved?

I was elated, but the Lorelei definitely wanted to sulk. Like a fucking kid.

Sam’s eyes didn’t open when I moved deeper into the bedroom, and I carefully rested the snacks and food I’d grabbed to sustain me on the coffee table in front of the sofa. I took a seat, running my eyes over them both as I tried to see if there were any other changes in Eve’s status.

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