Page 173 of Seer Prophet

It hit me then, that both of them were looking at me.

As in, they were lookingonlyat me, ignoring everyone else in our party, including Revik.

I also realized both of them had tears in their eyes.

Pain ripped through my light in that bare whisper of time and understanding. Some part of me reacted before my brain had time to catch up, igniting a fire in some fucked-up, broken-down, shadowed, hidden crack in my heart I hadn’t even known existed.

Then I did exactly what Lily had done, when she first recognized me.

I burst into tears.

Chapter32

Mothers And Daughters, Part 1

I’m not sure how we ended up where we ended up.

It felt like I got led around in a daze, like people were talking to me but I couldn’t comprehend their words. Hands tugged on me gently, touching my arms, my shoulders, steering me along with the group. I felt Revik’s fingers wrapped around mine.

I don’t know if I blacked out, exactly.

I don’t know if I even lost time in a real sense.

Some part of me definitely wasn’t there, though.

When I could finally focus enough to listen or remember anything I saw, I was sitting on a blanket on the grass. Other blankets were spread around me, with seers sitting cross-legged and kneeling, sharing drinks and eating.

I heard them talking about Dubai.

I heard them talk about the buyer in Dubai, the one collecting seers. I heard them talk about the Lists––Lists that apparently my mother, as in my biological mother, who until now I hadn’t known existed, put in a bank vault in New York City for me to find.

That particular nugget of information kept looping in my mind.

It looped and looped, meaningless in a way, yet tangible enough that some part of me fixated on it. My mother had created or found or stolen the original Displacement Lists. She put them in a security deposit box in a bank in New York, knowing at some point, I’d dream about them and find them.

That meant she’d put the book there, too.

The book no one could read.

I hadn’t thought about that book in a long time.

I didn’t even know where it was. For all I knew, it’d been destroyed in one of the tsunamis that hit the hotel in New York, or got lost during the evacuations.

I stared at the sand, fighting to think through it all, to make it mean something.

I felt Revik’s fingers on my skin and looked at him, unable to comprehend his presence next to me. Our group filled a clearing I didn’t remember entering, located just behind a broken row of palm trees separating us from the beach.

I could see the ocean between the curved, graceful trunks.

It could have been one of my dreams, sitting here, staring at a roiling ocean.

Revik sat beside me on the blanket, our legs touching, his hand still holding mine, almost too tight, the fingers of his other hand stroking my bare arm. I didn’t try to free myself, but I found myself staring at our locked hands, strangely confused by them, and by the hand of his that stroked me, wearing my human father’s ring.

On my other side and slightly in front of me, the woman with the dark green eyes sat, drinking in my face in a way that made it hard to look at her. She and the man with the blond-streaked hair stared at me like they didn’t know what to do with me, either.

The emotion coming off the two of them was more than I could bear.

Unlike Lily, I had trouble doing this purely from my light and heart.

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