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away. Curiosity over what would happen next ruled her every breath.
    Simon ’s hand grew warm in hers. When he started to speak, it felt as if it were on fire.
    “In this day and in this hour, we call upon the Ancients ’ power.”
    Helen ’s hair brushed against her shoulders as a warm breeze drifted around the room. With wide eyes, Mrs. Dawson’s lips split into a huge grin.
    “My windows are closed,” she said, laughing. “And it ’s cold outside.”
    Helen slid a glance to the window anyway.
    “Deliver the books to help us see, what will be our destiny. If the Ancients will it so, give us a sign so we will know.”
    The singsong rhyme drifted from Simon ’s mouth and lifted high. Helen wasn’t sure what was supposed to happen, if anything. But when books flew off the shelves and stacked themselves on Mr. Dawson’s desk, all she could do was clutch Simon’s hand and gasp.
    The wind died down and the candles flickered out.
    On the old desk sat several piles of books, five to ten deep.
    “How did you…?”
    Simon sought her gaze and said. “I’m a Druid, love. As are you and Mrs. Dawson.”
    “Druid?”
    “Aye. I’ll explain while we’re doing our homework. Seems the Ancients aren’t in a hurry for us to find the answers.”
    “You realize I have no idea what you ’re talking about, right?”
    Mrs. Dawson laughed and let go of her hand. “I ’ll have Mavis prepare dinner.”
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Seven
     
    Three hours later, they were no closer to finding an answer than when they ’d called the Ancients for help.
    Simon had explained his heritage, what he believed was Helen ’s and Mrs. Dawson’s heritage, too, although he knew Helen doubted his words. In fact, as the day had drawn on, she’d become more and more distant.
    Mrs. Dawson retired for the evening, suggesting they stay as long as they desired. She ’d even had her helper prepare rooms for them to use if they chose to stay the night.
    At Helen ’s suggestion, they’d piled the books into categories. Only those categories were vaguely similar. There were books on myths, folklore, and magic. There were many directed at Celtic lore while others spoke of ancient witches.
    The Ancients may have narrowed their search, but the common thread eluded them.
    “This is useless.” Helen closed the book in her hand with frustration.
    “The answers are here.”
    “Just because a bunch of books fly off the shelf, doesn’t mean they have the answers.”
    Simon sat back and watched Helen ’s temper surface. “You’ve seen books fly off the shelf before, then?”
    “Don ’t be a smartass.”
    “The answer is here, love, trust me.”
    Helen pushed out of her chair. “Trust you? I don’t even know you. And why do you insist on calling me love or lass? I’m neither.”
    Where had this angry outburst come from?
    “I don’t mean any harm by using these endearments. They’re meant to put you at ease.”
    “Yeah, well, they ’re not working. Besides, I think you should actually know someone before you start using endearments. It’s kinda like a man in a black van hanging outside an elementary school saying, ‘Come here, darling little girl, and pet my puppy.’”
    She paced the room while she spoke.
    Her words penetrated his mind and tightened his jaw. “I’m not an evil man hiding behind a small animal.”
    “I don ’t know what kind of man you are. Sure, we’ve been on some kind of cosmic rollercoaster together, but I don’t know you from Adam.” Her voice was elevating; her pace became more frantic. She reminded him of a caged animal needing to run.
    “What has you upset, lo—” Simon stopped his words, not wanting to push her further.
    “You know, when you shoot flames from your fingertips, you might give a little warning next time. That’s some startling crap. Mrs. Dawson’s not a young girl. She could have had a heart attack when these books started flying around.”
    Ahh, so that was the problem. The lass was