Page 193 of Somebody's Watching Me
Why would Michael risk the kid?
Something wasn’t right.
An hour passed, her mind racing. The idea that the sister had drawn Michael into Zanmi was a sound theory. This whole thing could be one big family drama, which was honestly relatable.
Another hour ticked by, and her tired brain begged her to give up. Getting nowhere fast and knowing she wouldn’t be able to rest on her own, she rummaged through her nightstand for the bottle of melatonin.
The gummies worked in minutes, and she settled next to Liam again, the flow of thoughts slowing as she drifted off to sleep.
“Do you understand yet?”
Jamison blinked, her eyes adjusting to the bright light. She was crouched on the ground just off the side porch, her bare feet sinking into the green grass on Haven’s lawn.
“Do you understand yet?” CeCe asked again, standing above her, and blocking the sun. “Jamison?”
Damn those gummies.
Not wanting a repeat performance from the last dream, Jamison held her hand out to keep CeCe back. Out from under Haven’s haint awnings, she was vulnerable, and should CeCe go batshit again and transform into that fresh out of the grave look, Jamison wanted a head start.
“The sister.”
“No.” CeCe’s shoulders slumped. “This is so hard.”
Wind shook the surrounding oaks, whipping the low-hanging moss about. Way out in the center of the yard, a man stood with his shoulder propped against the trunk of the largest tree. He turned to the side, and when she caught sight of his profile, Jamison pushed CeCe out of the way.
“Ty!”
He didn’t move, and she called out again, hurrying over while CeCe followed.
“Jamison, listen to me,” CeCe hissed, the material of her long white nightgown swishing in the wind as they went.“He’s lost and angry.”
“Ty?”
“Ugh, no!”
Another person manifested around the oak the closer she came to Ty. A striking woman with shoulder-length brown hair and a thin frame. She kept her hands tucked into the pockets of her fitted slacks, and her eyes on the forest.
“Is that Samuel’s mom?”
“Miranda visits us sometimes.” CeCe sounded relieved. “On big days like today, when Samuel will need her.”
Jamison stopped. “Why will Samuel need her?”
Under their feet, the ground vibrated. A rhythmic bass rumbling from somewhere deep in the earth. It stretched the length of the estate all the way to Haven House, and Jamison glanced behind her, doing a double take when she saw Simone on the front porch.
“She dreams of us,” CeCe said sadly. “It makes her sad.”
The rumbling at their feet grew, and Jamison continued to Ty. A second man had joined the gathering, one she recognized from pictures.
“And why is Devon here?”
“He sticks mainly to the trees and likes it when Annabeth comes outside to sit and read under them.”
CeCe pointed to the darkened doorway of the last cottage near the forest. In it stood the silhouette of a woman gazing out over the scene. A pulse of amber light beat at her center, thumping in time to the vibrations.
“There’s my mama. She’s always here. Never leaving. Never moving on. Haven House will forever be hers.”
“That’s notreally fair, is it?”
