Page 64 of Touch Of Fate
“Any details you can tell us?” Rome asks.
“He had on a white shirt. The only things I could see was Mara’s face and his arm. Did something else happen since you left us?”
“Mara made a decision,” Rome grumbles.
“There are more bad guys out there. We are going to rescue some women,” I inform her.
“That might have been the reason it came to me. You need to be careful. We hold the magic, but it doesn’t always do what we want. Rome, you can’t leave her alone when you are punishing them,” she instructs firmly.
“I don’t plan on it,” Rome grits out. “Could you tell where Mara was when it happened?”
“No, sorry, my boy. It wasn’t clear, but I’m assuming in the scary house.”
“What if we don’t do this? Will that change the future?” Rome asks.
“Yes, but you have to do it,” Adeline says.
“You just said Mara’s life is in danger,” he says.
“That doesn’t mean she shouldn’t do it. I feel it. She needs to continue using her gifts in this way. We’re always in danger. Anyone can find out what we are and take advantage of us. Rome, you know this needs to happen.”
“Yeah,” he replies.
“Adeline, did you see me die?” I ask, and Rome narrows his eyes.
“No.”
“It wasn’t about my death,” I say, tugging on Rome’s shirt. “We’ll handle it.”
“I have every confidence you’ll be fine in the end,” Adeline persists.
“Great,” Rome drawls.
“Boy, no one can beat you,” she says. “Call me if you need help. We’re staying in town.”
“Are you going to tell their future?” he teases.
“You know better,” she scolds.
“I do. Tell Mom and Dad hello,” he says.
“Will do. Kick some ass.” She hangs up, and Rome sighs.
“Don’t,” I say quickly.
“Don’t what?”
“We are doing this,” I state firmly. My spells are pushing at my skin, and I have to listen to my gut.
“What’s going on?” Lace opens her door.
“Fill her in,” Rome says. “I need to call Archer.” He squeezes my hand before walking away. I watch him disappear into the shelves.
“Mara?” Lace moves forward, frowning.
“Gavin was here. There are more men out there like the ones the other night,” I explain.
“You’re going after them,” she guesses, and I look at her open door. “My client is gone.”
