Jaxon. You heard what
we said about Marc. That may be exactly what he wanted you to do.
We need to get back to the camp and figure things out. I think the
others, especially Caislyn, deserve to know what you found out.
They deserve to have a say in whether or not we all believe
Marc."
"And what if we wait, and something bad happens
anyway? I mean look at you. You just killed Marc before we could
hear him out completely. Are you going to explain that to
Caislyn?"
"Jax, I lost my temper. I've wanted to kill him for
years for what he did to Darren, your father! And then to find out
what he did to my own family, my sister." Seth shook his head. "It
was too much to hear him shouting that we needed to kill you and
Caislyn too. I've been going through hell not knowing where you
were. I can't even imagine a world without you in it."
“Yeah, well look at me, Seth!” Jaxon turned back to
him, eyes blazing with the black depths of her vampire side. “I can
smell the taint on his blood, and still it drives my blood lust.”
She looked down while trying to shake the hunger. “I can’t go back
there like this. All I can do is try to make things better for
them. If I can find this Caleb, I might be able to do that.”
***
CONSEQUENCES
"Caislyn, I think you need to take a break, you've
been at it a while now." Vesta's worried look just ticked Caislyn
off further. She still hadn't heard from anyone. It had been a
couple days now. There had been no word on whether Seth had found
Jaxon, and no word from Gregore since he left. It was driving
Caislyn crazy trying not to think of all the possible reasons for
not hearing from anyone. It was also like being thrown back in
time. She was suddenly the pariah no one wanted to help. It was
like her family disappearing all over again. Only this time it was
her husband and her best friend, and they both took off of their
own free will. She couldn’t blame either of them. Just meeting
Caislyn had brought nothing but misery to her friend, Jaxon. And
Gregore, he never deserved the kind of betrayal Caislyn heeped upon
his feet day in and day out by not being able to make a proper
decision. She had to stop herself from crying out in despair.
Instead she refocused her efforts on the magic she was trying to
perform.
"I'll take a break soon," she told her mom as she
continued to try to pull flower petals out of thin air.
"Didn't Ash tell you that your training will be a lot
easier out in nature than in this big metal box?"
"Yes, he did. And I believe in challenges. If I can
do it just as easily in this big metal box, then I can do it
anywhere. So, I am going to keep practicing in here. It's like
adding weight to a workout." Caislyn closed her eyes and took a
deep breath, trying to center herself again. She still heard when
Vesta left the RV. A couple minutes later the RV door opened again,
Caislyn assumed it was her mother coming back in and continued her
training. She was so close to being able to pull a flower, or at
least a petal out of Faerie. There it was. She reached out, into
the beyond. It was the place that lay in between the worlds, the
thin veil that separated the lands of the Fey from the mortal
world. She reached her hand through the beyond and into Faerie,
touching one of those gorgeous emerald flowers. Slowly, she plucked
it and pulled it toward her. The flower pulled through the beyond,
an inch more and she would have it there with her in the RV.
Someone was now standing far to close to her, and she
began to lose her concentration. "No. No, no, no." Caislyn cried
out in frustration, as the flower was sucked back into the lands
beyond her reach. She opened her eyes to find that at least one
petal had detached itself and fluttered down into her lap.
She picked that petal up and brought it to her nose,
inhaling the exotic, spicy sent.
"Caislyn, you are wearing yourself out with this,"
came Ash's worried voice behind her.
"But look," she held up the petal as evidence, "I
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