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door, coming face to face with her.
“The Council?” he asked.
“They’re gone. On a flight back to Europe.”
“Good,” he said, the tension leaving his shoulders. “Do you need something?”
Without a glance in my direction, she spoke to Grant so fast I had a hard time understanding her. "I found the jeweler that designed the brooch. The letter H is for Halle, a designer in Louisiana, New Orleans, specifically," she said, thrusting some paperwork at Grant. "They're closed now but had quite a thriving business in the early 1900s, through the depression."
Grant's forehead creased. "Anything else?"
"Since they are closed and the piece was made so long ago, there’s obviously no direct information to gather, but I found a description in an antique jeweler's guide. Apparently this type of brooch with an initial was popular for debutantes. It was common to use the initial from a girl's surname."
"You mean girls in big white dresses and gloves?" I asked, envisioning movies I'd seen.
They both nodded and Grant said, "Thank you, Genevieve. Ryan just called and he needs our help." He turned towards me. "Do you think you could do some research on this while we're gone?"
"Of course," I replied, feeling the tightening in my stomach return at the thought of him leaving.
Grant packed up my laptop, and we traveled down to the main floor, where the others waited for us. Grant glanced towards the front door and scowled slightly, and I realized there were people on the porch.
"Who's out there?" I asked.
Grant clenched his jaw and shot Miles, who was walking towards the door, a look. "Adam and another man I haven’t met.”
"Amelia," Miles called and motioned me towards him. I walked across the room and he continued, "You know Adam. This is David. They are going to stay with you while we meet the others."
I nodded and took in the second Shifter. He was a bit younger than Adam, but had the same blue eyes and dark skin, like the rest of the people from Lost Cove. He gave me a genuine smile, lacking the smug smirk Adam wore so easily. "Nice to meet you, Amelia,” he said.
Adam strode into the room with the same confident stride as the last time I saw him. “David is going to patrol the cabin and grounds,” he announced. “We’ll have Shifters covering the perimeter, and I'll stay inside with you."
"I've got some work to take care of so whatever you want to do is fine," I said, feeling Grant's eyes boring into the side of my head. Adam shrugged and walked into the living room, plopping himself down on the couch, and picked up a magazine on the coffee table.
I felt him move forward a step, but I placed a hand on his chest, stopping him. “It’s fine,” I said, ignoring the rumbling growl in his chest.
To my surprise, Miles and Genevieve both came over and gave me a quick hug before leaving to meet the other Shifters outside, leaving me and Grant alone.
"Good luck," I called after them, wishing I could do something to help. More and more, I realized it sucked being a lowly human in a world of super-skilled, supernatural heavyweights.
Grant circled his arms around my waist and pulled me close. "Look, I'll be back as soon as I can. Keep your phone nearby and call me if you need anything. Please don't hesitate." He glanced over my shoulder towards Adam and leaned into my ear. In a tight whisper he said, "Down the main hall, third door on the left, under the stairs, is a door that goes to the training room. At the bottom of the stairs there is a hidden door to the right, behind the camping gear. If anything happens, you go directly there and wait for me. It’s a safe room. There are rations and supplies to hold you over until I can get back."
"Grant, I don't think—“ I started, and he pressed his fingers to my lips.
"Promise me," he demanded, looking at me with concerned eyes.
I nodded and kissed his fingertips. "I promise."
He rested his forehead on mine and hugged me tightly before kissing me softly on the
“The Council?” he asked.
“They’re gone. On a flight back to Europe.”
“Good,” he said, the tension leaving his shoulders. “Do you need something?”
Without a glance in my direction, she spoke to Grant so fast I had a hard time understanding her. "I found the jeweler that designed the brooch. The letter H is for Halle, a designer in Louisiana, New Orleans, specifically," she said, thrusting some paperwork at Grant. "They're closed now but had quite a thriving business in the early 1900s, through the depression."
Grant's forehead creased. "Anything else?"
"Since they are closed and the piece was made so long ago, there’s obviously no direct information to gather, but I found a description in an antique jeweler's guide. Apparently this type of brooch with an initial was popular for debutantes. It was common to use the initial from a girl's surname."
"You mean girls in big white dresses and gloves?" I asked, envisioning movies I'd seen.
They both nodded and Grant said, "Thank you, Genevieve. Ryan just called and he needs our help." He turned towards me. "Do you think you could do some research on this while we're gone?"
"Of course," I replied, feeling the tightening in my stomach return at the thought of him leaving.
Grant packed up my laptop, and we traveled down to the main floor, where the others waited for us. Grant glanced towards the front door and scowled slightly, and I realized there were people on the porch.
"Who's out there?" I asked.
Grant clenched his jaw and shot Miles, who was walking towards the door, a look. "Adam and another man I haven’t met.”
"Amelia," Miles called and motioned me towards him. I walked across the room and he continued, "You know Adam. This is David. They are going to stay with you while we meet the others."
I nodded and took in the second Shifter. He was a bit younger than Adam, but had the same blue eyes and dark skin, like the rest of the people from Lost Cove. He gave me a genuine smile, lacking the smug smirk Adam wore so easily. "Nice to meet you, Amelia,” he said.
Adam strode into the room with the same confident stride as the last time I saw him. “David is going to patrol the cabin and grounds,” he announced. “We’ll have Shifters covering the perimeter, and I'll stay inside with you."
"I've got some work to take care of so whatever you want to do is fine," I said, feeling Grant's eyes boring into the side of my head. Adam shrugged and walked into the living room, plopping himself down on the couch, and picked up a magazine on the coffee table.
I felt him move forward a step, but I placed a hand on his chest, stopping him. “It’s fine,” I said, ignoring the rumbling growl in his chest.
To my surprise, Miles and Genevieve both came over and gave me a quick hug before leaving to meet the other Shifters outside, leaving me and Grant alone.
"Good luck," I called after them, wishing I could do something to help. More and more, I realized it sucked being a lowly human in a world of super-skilled, supernatural heavyweights.
Grant circled his arms around my waist and pulled me close. "Look, I'll be back as soon as I can. Keep your phone nearby and call me if you need anything. Please don't hesitate." He glanced over my shoulder towards Adam and leaned into my ear. In a tight whisper he said, "Down the main hall, third door on the left, under the stairs, is a door that goes to the training room. At the bottom of the stairs there is a hidden door to the right, behind the camping gear. If anything happens, you go directly there and wait for me. It’s a safe room. There are rations and supplies to hold you over until I can get back."
"Grant, I don't think—“ I started, and he pressed his fingers to my lips.
"Promise me," he demanded, looking at me with concerned eyes.
I nodded and kissed his fingertips. "I promise."
He rested his forehead on mine and hugged me tightly before kissing me softly on the
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