![]() That day he caught us in the moon room I could tell right away he knew something more he wasn’t saying-and that was before he outright admitted it-telling us he’s promised to take the secret to his grave.Īnd it seemed he had done just that. I’d been thinking about it a lot over the last few days-after I got over the initial shock. “Did he ever tell you?” Adrian said in a low voice. After she abandoned me, had she gone back to live among mortals? Had a different family? A whole other life? I just wish I’d had the opportunity to know them.įor a moment, I registered that my mother’s grave wasn’t among the others and I had to wonder at how she died-and where. Hers was older, coated in a growing layer of moss and cracked from age and decay. My father’s headstone stood near to my side, several yards in front of the two that marked his parent’s graves, just beside where his younger sister’s headstone was. Made it so much worse…because I had to mourn them, too. Sometimes the people you chose to have as your family were even closer to you than your blood, and Martin was no exception.īut something about being here-seeing all the headstones carved with the names of the people I never had a chance to know made it all the more painful. ![]() And I was willing to bet he was family to my father, too. He’d served my family so long and had none of his own-but no, that wasn’t true. ![]() It was the only place I could think that he might want to be buried. A short walk through gnarled, moss-covered trees revealed a neatly kept graveyard of all the family I never knew I had. It was on the opposite side to where the hidden underground moon room was on the west side of the grounds. We were on a part of the Hawkins property I’d never seen before. Wouldn’t I have run in blindly too if it were Cal, or Adrian, or Elias, or even Draven-or Bianca herself who was missing and in potential danger? I knew the answer was yes, but I wasn’t ready yet to admit it. I knew it wasn’t fair to think like that. If she’d just gone home-if she had just listened. She was supposed to go home, but because she couldn’t find Marcus at the Abbey, she convinced Martin to help her do a locator spell, leading them to the hidden room beneath the academy-and into the maniacal clutches of Professor Donovan. She was the one who couldn’t leave well enough alone. I knew she blamed herself, but even though I didn’t want her to be hurting, there was a small part of me, a dark part, that agreed with her. So were Bianca and Marcus.īianca had barely spoken to me since it happened except to apologize over and over. “I will be,” I whispered back to Cal as the two men I didn’t know finished lowering Martin down into the cool, damp earth.Īdrian moved in closer to my other side, lending me comfort how he could. Without his help, there was a good chance we would all be dead. Guilty, for sure…though also so, so grateful. Okay certainly didn’t seem like a word that fit to describe it. I shook my head a little-somewhere halfway between a nod and a no. “You okay?” Cal whispered into my side, planting a soft kiss against my sun-warmed hair. His line had died with him, and I knew the world would be a darker place for it. Martin Rupert Doyle the Third was the last surviving member of his family. Today we were burying the last connection-the final link I had to my family. A clear blue sky so vibrant it almost hurt to look at-pale in comparison to the blinding white of the sun at high noon.Ĭal drew me into his side, knowing I needed the support. Basically, anything other than what it was like right now. When you carve a hole in the earth to bury your dead, it should be raining. The sun shouldn’t be allowed to shine on days like this. Any resemblance to actual events is strictly Imagination and are not to be construed as real. Characters, incidents, and dialogs are products of the author’s No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
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