Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
It was so hard to think of that big, charming man as little Lee, the boy who claimed girls were gross. Now he was apparently the stud of choice to a whole lot of the supernatural world. While Fenrir and Rhys were saving themselves for the women they loved, Lee loved everyone. Lee’s affections went past gender and species. Which might be a good thing because I’d seen the way Dean had looked at Lee, and it appeared he was very fluid as well, and totally interested in Lee.
“Dean told me he dreams about Lee. Has Lee ever mentioned dreaming about a man with silver hair?”
Evan snorted. “Lee mostly drinks himself to sleep these days. He wouldn’t remember a dream if he had one. It’s a good thing he’s a vampire because he’ll need a new liver soon.” She sobered as she looked back down to the page. “I wish Alvis could have seen this. He was the best when it came to deciphering prophecy.”
“Yes, so I’ve heard. What if someone doesn’t want this prophecy deciphered?” I asked the question that had been running around my brain for hours.
“How would they know?” Evan asked. “You’ve barely been back for a day, and Sasha keeps things tight in Frelsi. So how would Myrddin know you have the book and that there’s a prophecy?”
It was a good point.
“Kelsey, I think you’re trying to take guilt on yourself,” Evan said quietly. “You need to step back and view this as logically as possible. Right now you’re looking at everything through the lens of the twelve years you had taken from you, the years you didn’t give to Fenrir. Every problem he has you’re going to wonder if they wouldn’t have happened if you’d been here. Deep down, you know the answer.”
I did, but guilt was hard to shake. “He might have had different problems. Easier problems.”
“But he still would have had them. Support him now, and as soon as you can, dump the guilt. I’ve learned guilt does nothing but weigh us down. It’s an insidious thing because it seems like something right and good to take on, like it will teach us to make better choices. But what it does is make us question every choice. It puts us in a corner where we can’t choose properly at all because it’s all we see. It coats our love and sticks to our souls. I am not saying we should thank Myrddin for the years he stole. I’m not doing some martyr, we’re-better-for-our-pain thing. But we’re here and we can’t take it back, and guilt is one of the weapons he’s trying to use against us now. Don’t give in.”
I studied her for a moment, in awe of her quiet wisdom. She was so heartbreakingly young, but somehow she’d figured things out that I hadn’t. “How did you get so smart?”
Evan closed the book. “Many an awful experience. Rhys is still dealing with the guilt that came with Lee losing his eye. Hopefully now that he knows Lee will get it back he can chill a little.”
“My mistresses.” Eddie stood at the door that led to the kitchens. “I have created a luncheon for you. Since Mistress Kelsey has been on a far off Fae plane with none of her usual happy foods, I thought I would make pizza and brownies.”
I loved Eddie so much.
Evan smiled the demon’s way. “I’m looking forward to it. And maybe I can convince Kelsey to tell me the story of how she and my mother took back our Amazon sword. It’s in the biography but they kind of gloss it over, and I think it’s probably way cooler. Did you really shove a sword through my mom’s heart?”
“Oh, it went totally through her body, but she was on your dad’s blood, so she was cool.” I could tell her a bunch of stories that would be old times to her and yesterday for me. Was that what getting old meant? I started to follow Evan into the dining room when another terrible thought struck me. “Hey, that didn’t make the musical, did it?”
“Oh. Yes, but instead of blood when the actress playing you stabs my mom they throw glitter everywhere,” Evan replied.
That was not how that particular night had gone down. “It was blood. Lots of blood.”
“And Master Casey’s song for that act was beautiful. When Kelsey sings to convince the archangel Raphael to give her another chance,” Eddie began as he wiped a tear away, “there is such emotion.”
There hadn’t been emotion. There’d been fucking pain because I was pretty much gutted at that point, but I didn’t care. “Casey? My super-mopey, thinks he can be an emo star Casey wrote the songs for the musical?”
Evan winced. “Yeah, we probably shouldn’t have told you that.”
“Oh, no my mistress. You must listen to them.” Eddie held the door open for us. “The end when the whole cast sings of Kelsey’s glory as she’s carried to the Heaven plane by angels while Trent and Gray wave good-bye…heartbreaking.”