11
Lunch was a pleasant affair. Kieren
learned Logan was the middle child and the only male of the siblings. His older
sisters and one of the younger ones were married with broods of their own, and
his youngest sister was away at college, in New York of all places, studying
international law.
Kieren told him a little bit about her
grandfather, his passing, and the conditions of his will. When she had asked Logan
if he had known Paddy, he told her he only had a vague memory from when he was
a child, but his grandfather had known him quite well, and when he spoke to his
grandfather next, he would inquire for her.
As promised, after lunch and after he
insisted in cleaning up lunch stating, “The cook does not clean up afterwards.”
Logan took Kieren on a tour of her home. She now knew where all the linens
were, where the vacuum, dust pan and broom were kept, and even where the
circuit breaker box was in case she blew a fuse.
The tour ended where it had started, in
the kitchen. “You may want to have a look at that.” Logan said as he pointed to
the envelope on the table.
“Thomas told me he had left it, but
honestly, information from a lawyer does not hold much interest at the moment.”
“Then I insist you read it this
afternoon. Perhaps it will bore you enough you will fall asleep and get some much
needed rest.”
Kieren grinned, “That sounds like a good
idea. I was eyeing up the living room couch earlier.”
“Good, that also means you’ll be resting
that hand. Is it bothering you much?”
“Hmm?” Kieren raised her injured hand in
front of her face and examined it. “Actually no. It stings a little if I wiggle
my fingers, but other than that, it’s not bad.”
“Then I suggest you don’t wiggle your
fingers,” Logan stated. “I had planned on working on the deck for the rest of
the day, but heaven knows there are a hundred other, less noisy, projects which
need my attention. If you give me half an hour to straighten up, I can promise
you some peace and quiet.”
“I don’t want to cause you any
inconvenience.”
“You’re not. As I said, there is plenty
for me to do. It does mean the deck will not be finished by Tuesday though.”
Kieren shrugged, “It doesn’t matter to me
in the least when it’s finished.”
“As long as you promise to keep the back
doors secured until I do finish.”
Kieren raised her right hand, “I promise.”
“Then I will take you few day reprieve. I
will have it done sooner rather than later though, I won’t want to be working
on the deck when it turns colder.”
“Then I am inconveniencing you,” Kieren
protested.
Logan shook his head, “A day or two one
way or the other Love will not make that much difference. Now, off to your
packet, I have work to do.”
Kieren watched Logan leave, then grabbed
a drink and the envelope, and headed into the living room. She placed her items
on the coffee table, then added more fuel to the fire before she settled under
an afghan on the couch. She reached for the envelope and said, “Come on, time
for you to bore me to sleep.”
She dumped the contents into her lap, and
was quite surprised she did not find a single legal document in the lot. There
were brochures and pamphlets on Tallymore, as well as Ballycastle and Belfast.
There was a small book on local folklore and legends. There were detailed
diagrams of the house and property. I could have used this two hours ago. The
owner’s manual for the Cayenne was there, as well as direction to and a phone
number for the dealership. There was also a hand drawn map showing various
points Kieren would or could need in the months ahead – the grocery store, the
library, the medical facility, the pharmacy, the cinema, and several pubs and
eateries were all highlighted.
“I have to hand it to you Thomas, if
nothing else, you are thorough.”
Kieren stuffed all the papers back into
the envelope except of the book on folklore, took a sip of her drink, and then
settled back to read. She had not gotten past the first few pages before her
eyes began to drift shut.
12
“You’ve
come, my child.”
Kieren
turned toward the voice, and before her stood a beautiful woman with flowing
auburn hair. Her eyes were as green as emeralds and her smile as sweet as a
lark’s song. “Where am I?”
“Look
around. Do you not recognize this place?”
“Grá,”
Kieren whispered, “but how can that be?”
“This
place lives in your heart my dear. We were never far away.”
“Then
why haven’t I been here before?”
“The
time was not right.” She said simply.
Kieren
studied the woman. She knew she had never met her before, yet she seemed so
familiar. “Who are you?”
“My
name is Bevin.”
Kieren’s
eyes widened, “Forgive me,” she said as she bowed her head and made to curtsy.
The
queen gently placed her fingers beneath Kieren’s chin and raised her, “That is
not necessary my love.”
“My
apologies Your Highness, but I’m at a loss. I truly do not understand how this
can be happening.”
“In
time you will my dear, in time.”
“Kieren. Kieren.”
Kieren woke with a gasp and blinked her
eyes.
“I’m sorry to have wakened you,” Logan
said, “but you have been asleep for hours. If you sleep more now, you won’t
want to sleep when you should be sleeping.”
Kieren blinked again, pushed the hair
back from her face and sat up. “It’s okay. You’re right. I should get up.”
“Are you alright? You look disoriented.”
“I’m fine. I was having a dream, and it
just felt so real.” Kieren furrowed her brow, “Like I was really there. Has
that ever happened to you?”
“I can’t say that it has, but I’m not one
for remembering my dreams.” Logan shrugged. “Now, I left you some supper
warming on the cooker. Nothing fancy, just some soup. I wanted to change your
bandage before I left, and I really must be on my way or I’ll be late.”
“Late?”
“It’s Sunday night, which means supper
with my mum and dad.”
“If you need to go, then go. Don’t worry
about me.” Kieren insisted. “I can wrap my hand myself.”
“You can do it yourself in the morning. I
want to see it for myself now. If it’s any worse than it was before, you’re
coming with me so my mum can have a look. She’s a nurse.” Logan reached out his
hand, “Come on, let’s have a look.”
With a sigh, Kieren relented, and laid
her hand in Logan’s and let him administer to her injury. When he was satisfied
her hand would heal just fine, and had it rewrapped in clean bandages, he said,
“Be careful with it tonight, and who knows, maybe by tomorrow it will be fine.”
He stood, “I have some business to attend in the morning, but I should be back
by three to work on the deck.” With a final salute, he was gone.
Kieren wandered into the kitchen and
chuckled at what she saw. On the wall above the stove, or cooker as Logan
called it, was a shiny new rack of hooks, and from the hooks hung an assortment
of pot holders and oven mitts. On the counter was a small handled tray
containing a bowl, a spoon, a napkin and a box of crackers. Kieren shook her
head, “I bet if he could have figured out a way for the bowl of soup to be at
the table but still remain hot, he would have. Yup, he thinks I’m a total
klutz.”
Kieren ladled soup into her bowl and
carried the tray to the table. She had no idea what it was, but it smelled
delicious. Since it was too hot to eat, Kieren decided the call to Leila was
long overdue, and she should not delay any longer, so she dialed.
“Well it’s about damn time,” was Leila’s
greeting. “I was already scanning the news reports to make sure no planes had
gone down. My next step was to call Scotland Yard.”
“Scotland Yard is in England, not
Ireland.”
“Interpol then.” Leila amended.
Kieren laughed, “Since I’m not on any
terror threat list, nor am I an international jewel thief, I doubt they would
have been much help either.”
“Whatever.” Leila huffed. “You were
supposed to call when you got there and you didn’t. I was worried.”
“Yes, I should have, but I was so tired
when I got here, all I did was grab something to eat and then I passed out. I
didn’t even wake up until noon!”
“Why didn’t you call me then?”
“Sorry ‘mom’, but I didn’t think you
would have appreciated a call at seven on a Sunday morning.”
Leila caved, “You’re right, I wouldn’t
have, but I was still worried. So how were the flights? What’s Paddy’s house
like? What did you do all day? I want to know everything.”
“The flights were grueling, Paddy’s house
is amazing, and I did absolutely nothing today. As a matter of fact, I would
probably still be sleeping if Logan hadn’t woken me up.”
Quick as a cat pouncing on a mouse, Leila
interrupted, “Logan? Who’s Logan?”
Kieren expelled a long breath, she should
have known better. “Logan is the caretaker here.”
“And?”
“And, he was here fixing the deck.”
“And?”
“And, he’s a nice guy.”
“And?”
“Cripes, you’re like a dog with a bone.”
Kieren complained. “And, he’s tall, dark and drop dead gorgeous, single and
twenty-seven. Happy?”
“Not as happy as I’d be if I was there
with you apparently.” Leila teased.
“Oh you think so, do you?”
“Who knows? He might prefer brown sugar
and spice over milk and honey. Last count had us at a dead tie.”
“Well this time we’re not going to find
out.”
Leila was surprised at Kieren’s quick
dismissal of their playful rivalry. This Logan
must be someone special. She immediately changed her course, “Does he have
a brother?”
“Nope, four sisters.”
“A friend?”
“Leila, I have no idea. I only met him
six hours ago.”
“Well, just give me plenty of heads up
before the wedding. I don’t have my passport yet.”
“You’re insufferable.”
“Yeah, I know,” Leila chirped, “but you
love me anyway.”
“I do, crazy fool that I am. Hey, do you
realize this is the first time since junior high we’ll be apart for my
birthday?”
“Yeah, it sucks.”
“You don’t think there’s any way you
could get your passport before the weekend, do you?” Kieren asked hopefully.
“Not a snowball’s chance, but I might be
able to by my birthday.”
Kieren couldn’t contain her excitement,
“Really? That’s in five weeks. Are you sure?”
“I applied on Tuesday, the day after you
found out you were going to Ireland for a year. It should be here in three
weeks. Did you honestly think we could go an entire year without seeing each
other?”
“No, and I wouldn’t want to. Are you sure
you can take time off?”
“As luck would have it, one project will
be ending and there will be a gap before the next one starts. I’ll have a
minimum of ten days, and if I’m lucky two weeks. You’ll be sick of me by then.”
“Never.” Kieren assured.
“I’ll call you with my travel information
when I have it. I hate to cut you short, but the Jets are playing at four and
Dad and I have tickets to the game, so I’ve got to get a move on.”
“Okay. I’ll call you next Sunday. Oh, if
you see a weird number come up, it’s me. They gave me a new phone I’m supposed
to use.”
“Doesn’t that seem a little strange that
they would do that?”
“Not really. Paddy didn’t want me to have
to pay for anything while I was here. Whatever, we’ll talk about it next week
when I call. Give your dad a hug from me.”
“I will. Miss you.”
“I miss you too.”
“Love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Talk to you next week. Bye”
“Bye.” Kieren grinned as she hung up the
phone. Yeah, Leila’s coming!
Kieren took a spoonful of her soup and
grimaced. It was ice cold. She dumped it back into the pot, gave the pot a
stir, then ladled herself another bowl, sat and thoroughly enjoyed her supper. Logan is a man of many talents.
Kieren decided to simply run water in her
bowl and leave cleaning up until morning. Since Logan had been nice enough to
change her dressing, she did not want to chance getting it wet. She stored the
remaining soup in the fridge.
Okay
chicky, you’ve accomplished absolutely nothing all day. The least you can do is
unpack. Kieren retrieved
her remaining bags from the living room and hauled them to her bedroom. An hour
later, her drawers were filled, her clothes were hung, and her now empty
suitcases were safely stored in the bottom of her closet. All that remained was
on bag which contained her favorite drawing supplies.
She suppressed a yawn. “Setting up my
office can wait until tomorrow or Tuesday, depending on when the rest of my
boxes arrive.” She yawned again. “I can’t believe how tired I am.”
Electing not to fight her body’s needs
and vowing to get an early start in the morning, Kieren readied herself for
bed, set her alarm clock, then climbed under the covers and shut her eyes.
13
“It’s
even more beautiful than I imagined.”
“I
couldn’t agree with you more. I have the privilege of seeing this view every
day, and it never fails to fill me with awe.”
Kieren
smiled at the sound of the queen’s voice. “Everywhere I look, there is
something more breathtaking than the last. My drawings could never pay it
justice.”
Queen
Bevin joined her at the window, “I would argue otherwise. Your paintings
capture the kingdom admirably.”
“You’ve seen my paintings?”
The
queen slipped her arm through Kieren’s, “Come. Walk with me.”
As
they descended the stone steps and traversed one corridor after another, Kieren
was at a loss as to where to look. There was so much to see within the castle,
her eyes flitted about in an attempt to take it all in, to commit it all to
memory.
Sensing
what Kieren was attempting to do, Queen Bevin patted her arm, “Relax my dear.
You have plenty of time to learn all the wonders of our home.”
“Our
home?” Kieren asked.
The
queen smiled then redirected Kieren’s attention, “Ah, here we are.”
They
had entered a small, sunny sitting room whose walls were covered with framed
paintings, Kieren’s paintings. Every illustration, from her series of
children’s stories, were arranged by book within the walls’ individual panels,
and in front of each panel stood a small table which contained a copy of the
corresponding story. And, just like in the breakfront in her dining room, there
remained three blank wall panels with an empty table in front of each.
Kieren
had no idea how she was supposed to react to the scene before her. She knew she
had fans of her work, but this was over the top. “I don’t understand. Why would
you do this?”
“You
will, my dear, in time, in time.”
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Kieren blindly slapped at the obnoxious
noise, and effectively silenced it. She groaned, rubbed the sleep from her
eyes, and glared at the display. “What in God’s name possessed me to set the
alarm for six?”
With a sigh, she threw back the covers
and slid out of bed, making sure her feet landed in her slippers as opposed to
the cold floor, and padded into the bathroom. “Those have been some pretty funky
dreams. What do you think they mean?” She asked her sleepy reflection in the
mirror. “Well, my subconscious is obviously trying to tell me something, but my
conscious is not awake enough to interpret. This calls for coffee.”
With the coffee brewing, she wondered if
she received a morning paper here like she used to at home. Sure enough, when
she opened the front door, there was a newspaper on her welcome matt. As she
bent to pick it up, she was startled by a fuzzy black blur which whizzed past
her and into the house. She straightened and closed the door, “Looks like I’ll
be having company for breakfast.” As she made her way back to the kitchen she
made “pst, pst, pst” sounds to try and locate her uninvited guest.
“Where did you go? Oh there you are,”
Kieren laughed when she saw the cat patiently sitting on one of the stools at
the island, “and you do look like you’re waiting to be served breakfast.”
“Meee.Owww.”
“Ah, a talker I see. Well perhaps you can
tell me where you came from?”
“Merrowww.”
“Hmm, never heard of it, but I’m betting
you’re hungry from your trip. How does leftover frittatas sound?”
“Meee.Owww.”
“Yes, they are one of my favorites too.
We can worry about getting you back to where you belong after breakfast.”
Kieren heated up the leftovers in the
microwave, then dished out a plate for herself and a smaller plate for her
guest, and placed it in front of him. They ate in silence, and when they were
finished, Kieren cleaned up the kitchen and the cat cleaned himself.
Kieren was leaning against the counter,
sipping her coffee, when a quick wrap sounded on her back door and Logan
entered the kitchen. “I thought you had a meeting or something this morning?”
“I did and I do. I was just about to
leave, but… You haven’t seen a black cat anywhere this morning have you?”
Kieren pointed to the now content sleeping ball of fur on the stool. “Making
yourself at home I see.” He said as he scooped up his wayward cat, and when he
did, the cat stretched in his arms and burped. “Ah, and mooching a meal too you
little knacker.” He laughed and looked at Kieren. “I see you two’ve met.”
“Well, we haven’t been formally
introduced.”
“Sebastian, Kieren, Kieren, Sebastian.”
Kieren reached over and shook the cat’s
paw and curtsied, “It’s a pleasure to make you acquaintance Lord Sebastian.”
“Merrowww.”
“Arch, don’t be encouraging him, he’s
worse than Garfield already. Sorry to have bothered you. We will get out of
your hair and I will see you later.”
“Sebastian is more than welcome to stay
if you’d like. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind the company.”
Logan watched her face fall as he shook
his head, “Not today love. His box and his food are at home, and I just don’t
have the time to retrieve them and bring it all back to you. I’m late already
because of this little bugger, but I promise, the next time I have to go out
for the day, I will deposit him with you. Got to run. See you later.”
“See you later.” She said as she watched Logan
stride across her yard and disappear through the trees. She frowned and tipped
her head, then immediately went to the living room and the attorney’s envelope.
When she located the paper she was searching for, she unfolded it and spread it
on the table. After a quick turn to get the map into the correct position, she
pushed her pointer down on the very spot where Logan disappeared. Just on the
other side of the trees stood a small building labeled ‘caretaker’s cottage’.
“Ah, another mystery solved.” It’s
comforting to know he’s so close.
Ok
girl, we can’t have two unproductive days in a row. What should we do today?
After a minimal amount of deliberation,
Kieren elected to take her sketchpad out to the cliff and draw. The weather was
exceptionally mild and there was hardly any wind, conditions Kieren thought
were too good to pass up.
A
blanket or a chair? I’m not lugging a chair out there, so a blanket it is. She loaded her pad, pencils and the
blanket into a shoulder sack and headed off to hunt for the ideal spot.
The perfect spot is a straight shot off
of the sunroom and where the back stairs from deck will lead when Logan
finishes them. Hmm, maybe it would be nice for him to finish sooner rather than
later. Kieren spread out the blanket, positioned herself with her back against
a boulder and her knees bent with the sketchpad upon them and her pencils in
easy reach. For several moments she simply sat and took in the incredible view.
Then she reached down, grabbed a pencil, and became engrossed in the images she
was trying to capture.
At some point, Sebastian found her and
was now curled up at her side. Absentmindedly she stroked his silky coat as she
stared off at nothing. The morning had been productive. Her sketch pad
contained several new drawings, two of which were completely finished, but now,
she was tired and did not feel like drawing any more.
“Hey buddy, what do you say?” The cat
opened one eye. “Are you ready for some lunch?” He yawned and stretched. “I’m
pretty sure I saw some tuna in the pantry.”
“Merrowww.” He said as he stood,
stretched some more, then lead the way back to the cottage.
Kieren laughed as she collected her
things, “If I didn’t know better, I’d swear you could understand every word I
said.”
Logan found Kieren, and his cat, sound
asleep on the couch. “You’ve taken a fancy to her too I see,” he whispered as
he crept out of the room as quietly as he had crept in.
14
Kieren
found herself sitting on the wall of a fountain at the center of one of the
many gardens surrounding the castle. Slowly she dragged her finger through the
water and set the lilies dancing. A delicate scent teased her nostrils, jasmine
perhaps, she mused. Sensing the queen’s presence she said aloud, “I wonder if
this is what Heaven will be like.”
The
queen sat beside her, “I have often wondered the same thing my dear. I have to
tell you, I am enjoying these frequent visits. We have much to catch up on, too
much time has been spent apart already.”
Kieren
continued to drag her finger through the water, “You keep saying things like
that and they don’t make any sense to me; but when I tell you I don’t
understand, all you give me is ‘you will in time’. I beg your pardon, but it is
becoming very frustrating. If I’m supposed to be learning something from these
dreams, I wish you would just tell me already.”
“If
you still believe these are only dreams, then you are not ready yet my dear,
but you will be in time, in time.”
“Merrowww.”
“You can’t possibly be hungry again
Sebastian.” Kieren reproached without opening her eyes.
“Meee. Owww!”
“Alright, alright. I’m up. Sheesh you’re
pushy!”
“I told you, you shouldn’t have encouraged
him.”
Kieren quickly twisted around to see a
smiling Logan casually leaning in the doorway to the kitchen, wiping his hands
on a towel, Sebastian now circling his legs.
“You seem to be making a habit of being in my
home when I wake up.”
Logan’s face clouded, “My apologies for
the intrusion.” He reached down, scooped up his cat, turned and left before
Kieren had the chance to say she was only teasing.
Well
you flubbed that up didn’t you girl. When are you going to learn you can’t kid
around with someone until they know you better? Your tone is entirely too
sarcastic.
“Logan,” she jumped up from the couch and
went after him. When he wasn’t in the kitchen, she continued to the back door. Damn that man can move fast. “Logan!”
She yelled again as he neared the edge of the woods. “Logan, please wait,” but
he ignored her and was soon hidden from view by the trees.
“I hope it’s a clear path between the
houses.” Kieren said as she took off on a slow run. When she first entered the
woods, she thought she spotted Logan ahead, so she picked up her pace. She
rounded a bend and pulled up short. Neither Logan nor a path were ahead of her.
Damn, I could have sworn he went this
way. I must have missed a turn off.
However, when Kieren turned around to
retrace her steps, she could not find a path behind her either. Well how can that be? Slowly she turned
in a circle, but there was no path to be found. What the hell? The echoing sound of a twig snapping behind her had
her spinning around. “Logan?”
Rustling sounds to her right and left had
her frantically looking in those directions, attempting to locate who or what
was causing the sound. The light dimmed. The trees seemed taller. Kieren felt a
thousand eyes upon her. The forest was coming to life around her. The noises
were everywhere, circling her. Her heart began to pound. Her breathing became
labored. She needed to find a way out. Now.
She screamed when she felt someone grab
her arm then shake her.
“Kieren!” Logan shook her again, “Kieren,
stop. It’s me. Logan. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Logan?” His word finally penetrated her
panic. “Thank God,” she praised as she threw her arms around his waist.
Reflexively, Logan’s arms wrapped around
Kieren’s shaking body, shielding her, protecting her, form whatever threat she
perceived was out there, even if he couldn’t see it himself. “Any chance you
want to tell me what just happened?”
“I came after you to tell you I was only
teasing. I kinda like waking up to find you there, I really do. You turned the
corner and I lost sight of you, and when I came around the bend the path was
gone, and then it was gone behind me, and then the noises and they were getting
closer, but I couldn’t see anything, and…” She took a shuddered breath.
“Kieren love, not that I don’t believe
you, but what you’re saying doesn’t make much sense. Look,” he gently detangled
himself from her and stepped to the side, “there’s my home. Now back up a few
steps.” When she did, he continued. “Here’s the bend. Now lean back a little
and look that way.” He pointed up the path. “That green you see is your lawn,
less than fifty feet from your laundry door. Please don’t take this the wrong
way, but a three year old couldn’t get lost going between our houses.”
Kieren alternated between craning her
neck to see the edge of her property, staring at the path now clearly defined
beneath her feet, and the back of Logan’s home. “I, I can’t explain it, but I
swear to you it happened. It path was gone and I was completely surround by
huge trees and strange noises.” Kieren rubbed her hands up and down her arms.
“But obviously that didn’t happen, so why would you believe me?”
Logan slipped his arm over her shoulder
and pulled her to his side and rubbed his hand up and down her back, “I believe
that you believe. I saw the panic on your face. I felt your body shake with
fear. Although I could not see what you saw, I know what happened to you was
real.”
Kieren looked up at him, “Just like that?
You believe me?”
Logan shrugged, “Why would you lie? Come
on. Let me make you a cup of tea with a little something in it to calm your
nerves.”
15
Kieren wrapped her hands around the mug Logan
handed her with the hope it would ward off the chill she could not seem to
shake.
“Drink.” He ordered.
She hissed as the liquid burned a path to
her stomach, a burn which had nothing to do with the temperature of the tea.
She blew out a breath, “Wouldn’t it have saved you time if I just took a swig
straight from the bottle?”
“Ach, I only put a splash of whiskey in
it.” Logan dismissed as he joined her on the couch with a mug of his own.
Although he would not admit it to Kieren, he felt he needed the fortification
as much as she did. Watching her overcome by such terror had rattled him to his
core. His need to understand prompted him to ask, “Has anything like that ever
happened to you before?”
Kieren curled her feet beneath her and
settled more securely into the protection of the couch, “No, but then again I
have never had progressive dreams until I came here either.”
“Progressive dreams?”
“Forget I said anything. The last thing I
need is for my only friend here to think I’m a candidate for the loony bin.”
Logan laughed, “I don’t think you’re
loopers. Please tell me. What exactly is a progressive dream?”
Kieren studied him for a moment then
relented. “Probably not a real term, but it’s the only way I can think to
describe it. Every time I fall asleep, I travel to the same place, talk to the
same person, but the dream is different every time. I keep telling her I don’t
understand and she keeps assuring me I will in time.”
“She?”
“Queen Bevin.”
“Who?”
“Queen Bevin, the queen of Grá.”
“You talk to the queen of love?”
“Huh? No, Grá, that’s the name of her
kingdom. Didn’t your parents’ tell you stories about her when you were a child?
Stories of Grá and the shires of Urriam, Síocháin, Rathúnas, and Comhcheol? Of
the battle against the Bagairt?”
He shook his head, “Sorry love, I have
never heard of queen Bevin.”
“Hmm,” Kieren frowned. “I guess I always
assumed Paddy’s stories were common folk tales.”
“None I ever heard, but that doesn’t mean
I wouldn’t enjoy hearing them now.”
Kieren took another swallow of her tea,
gritted her teeth and visibly shivered, “Ugh, that’s enough of that,” she said
as she placed her cup on the table. She unwound her legs, slipped her feet back
into her shoes, stood and reached her hand out to Logan, “How about I show you
instead.”
Logan sent her a quizzical look, accepted
her hand and rose to stand beside her. When they exited the house, Sebastian
darted through the door and made a beeline up the path straight to Kieren’s
house. Logan rolled his eyes, “I guess he’s coming with us.”
As they neared the edge of the woods,
Kieren steps slowed. Logan laced his fingers threw hers, “I’ve got you.”
Kieren glanced at him, then to the path
in front of them, took a deep breath and marched forward. When they emerged on
the other side, unscathed and less than a minute later, she looked back and
shook her head. “How could that have gone so terribly wrong the last time? How
long’s the path? A couple hundred feet?”
“If that.” Not wanting her to become
upset again, Logan gave her a tug. “Come on, you were going to show me
something.”
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