Page 247 of Gift from the Source
I’m right where I belong.
Right back at the mansion where my eyes first saw the embodiments of my soul.
The time before them already seems like something I fabricated in my mind.
Our journey is truly only beginning.
Thirty
Gaster
Three months later
My old heart simply cannot take this.
The sound of my shoes clanking against the floor echoes down the hallway toward Aurora’s room and out into the central foyer.
Outside those doors, there are a mass of people waiting.
Waiting to see my granddaughter.
Who is taking an impossibly long time getting ready. We’re minutes from being late.
“You think she changed her mind?”
I scoff as my pacing ceases. “Don’t ask such ridiculous questions. Of course she didn’t. She loves those boys madly.”
I do ask myself how sometimes but never why.
“I’m just saying, my sister can in fact travel far beyond our reaches. If she were to run, who’s to stop her? Not me. Plus, that whole weird the guys couldn’t see her first thing this morning.”
Lyker holds his hands up innocently as if he’s not trying to take a side.
There’s only one side to take obviously.
“That means nothing. Just a strange custom held in the nonmagical realm that she wanted to incorporate. She’ll be ready any moment.”
I sure hope.
My pacing resumes as the seconds tick by longer than my long, long lifespan. The two of us wait in our silence and the little huffs coming from him grind on my nerves.
I’ve already had to tell him twice to keep his paws away from that door. She’ll be ready when she’s ready.
“Gaster, will you come in here for a minute, please? I need your help.”
My footfalls freeze as Willow’s voice enters my mind, and I clear my throat for no reason other than to clear my mind.“Of course, Willow.”
“Get out of my way, pup, she needs me,” I demand as he paces annoyingly right in my way as soon as I go to run for the door.
As I approach it, I pull my shoulders back and shut down my aura.
I know she’s already nervous as it is, and I won’t make it any worse.
“Come in,” she calls after I knock twice.
Yes, I’m sure this is what a heart attack would feel like.
I clutch my chest as the beating organ threatens to fall out when my eyes land on her.
