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into Duncan Quinn so many times in one day is very interesting.” Holly grinned at me and wiggled her eyebrows.
“Oh yeah. He of the hot tattoos, and dark, dangerous family...” Ivy said.
“Dark and dangerous family? What’s that supposed to mean?” I frowned at Ivy.
“You’ll find out.” She predicted.
A few more birds gathered on our tabletop, trying to work their way over to Holly’s hand to get more crumbs. She obliged them and they flew away chirping and happy. After a few more moments, we all decided unanimously to head back to the manor.
I snapped back to the present time as we pulled our cars into the driveway and the big iron gate closed automatically behind us. I assumed there was a remote control for the gate, but, honestly, at this point I wasn’t sure anymore. We all climbed out and stood in the driveway, looking up at the house.
At sunset, the house and the gardens were even more spectacular, almost mysterious. A thin waxing moon hung low in the western sky. The landscape lighting came on and the stars started to peep out. Looking up at the pointed towers of the manor, I felt like more of an outsider than ever. That house held secrets, and so did my father’s family. What weren’t they telling me?
I cleared my throat. “I have a hunch that there is more going on about our family than you have all told me.”
Ivy said nothing, and Holly put her arm around her twin.
“Your mother has been wonderful to me,” I said. “But I had the weirdest feeling this morning, before we left for the store, that she was hiding something or trying to distract me.”
“Well, standing out here in the driveway is not going to get you any answers.” Holly said. Let’s go in.”
Ivy raised an eyebrow at me as if in challenge, and we all started towards the house, together.
Ivy opened the door and, as I entered, I saw the usual floral swag that hung over the inside potting room door was missing. I dumped our pool bags on the work table and pointed up. “The herbal swag is gone.” All that was there now was an empty nail.
“That was a ward too. Like mom had at the shop.” Ivy said.
“Yes.” Holly’s voice sounded solemn. She touched my arm and gestured for me to stay put with Ivy.
Holly walked to the opening of the family room. She raised her arms up, palms out as if she was feeling for something. I felt the hair rise up on the back of my neck. She turned in a slow circle; the low light from the lamp burning in the room made her hair seem to glow. After a moment Holly stopped and lowered her arms. She looked over at us and whispered, “The house feels different. It feels… tight.”
“Tight?” I stared at my cousin, “Do I even want to know what that means?”
“Like the energy of the house has been pulled in closer towards the center of the house.” Holly gestured with her hands, pulling her palms closer together as she spoke.
“Let’s find your mom,” I suggested.
The three of us started out of the family room; Holly poked her head in the downstairs bedroom Gwen used as an office, and then into the kitchen, while Ivy went upstairs. I moved from the entryway, into the living room, and finally checked the dining room. Since all were empty of people, Holly and I went to the front landing and the main stairs.
Ivy jogged back down the main staircase, and blew out an aggravated breath. “Where do you suppose she is?”
Holly stopped dead, cocked her head to the side and announced. “Mom’s upstairs in the attic.”
“But we only use that for storage. Why would she be up there? ” Ivy looked up the stairs.
I didn’t even question it. Holly clearly sensed Aunt Gwen’s location in the house in the same way she’d felt the energy of the house had changed. We started up the stairs together.
We found Aunt Gwen coming out of a door on the second floor, a door that I’d taken as a closet. I saw steep steps behind her, before she shut the door. “Girls.” She opened her arms and
“Oh yeah. He of the hot tattoos, and dark, dangerous family...” Ivy said.
“Dark and dangerous family? What’s that supposed to mean?” I frowned at Ivy.
“You’ll find out.” She predicted.
A few more birds gathered on our tabletop, trying to work their way over to Holly’s hand to get more crumbs. She obliged them and they flew away chirping and happy. After a few more moments, we all decided unanimously to head back to the manor.
I snapped back to the present time as we pulled our cars into the driveway and the big iron gate closed automatically behind us. I assumed there was a remote control for the gate, but, honestly, at this point I wasn’t sure anymore. We all climbed out and stood in the driveway, looking up at the house.
At sunset, the house and the gardens were even more spectacular, almost mysterious. A thin waxing moon hung low in the western sky. The landscape lighting came on and the stars started to peep out. Looking up at the pointed towers of the manor, I felt like more of an outsider than ever. That house held secrets, and so did my father’s family. What weren’t they telling me?
I cleared my throat. “I have a hunch that there is more going on about our family than you have all told me.”
Ivy said nothing, and Holly put her arm around her twin.
“Your mother has been wonderful to me,” I said. “But I had the weirdest feeling this morning, before we left for the store, that she was hiding something or trying to distract me.”
“Well, standing out here in the driveway is not going to get you any answers.” Holly said. Let’s go in.”
Ivy raised an eyebrow at me as if in challenge, and we all started towards the house, together.
Ivy opened the door and, as I entered, I saw the usual floral swag that hung over the inside potting room door was missing. I dumped our pool bags on the work table and pointed up. “The herbal swag is gone.” All that was there now was an empty nail.
“That was a ward too. Like mom had at the shop.” Ivy said.
“Yes.” Holly’s voice sounded solemn. She touched my arm and gestured for me to stay put with Ivy.
Holly walked to the opening of the family room. She raised her arms up, palms out as if she was feeling for something. I felt the hair rise up on the back of my neck. She turned in a slow circle; the low light from the lamp burning in the room made her hair seem to glow. After a moment Holly stopped and lowered her arms. She looked over at us and whispered, “The house feels different. It feels… tight.”
“Tight?” I stared at my cousin, “Do I even want to know what that means?”
“Like the energy of the house has been pulled in closer towards the center of the house.” Holly gestured with her hands, pulling her palms closer together as she spoke.
“Let’s find your mom,” I suggested.
The three of us started out of the family room; Holly poked her head in the downstairs bedroom Gwen used as an office, and then into the kitchen, while Ivy went upstairs. I moved from the entryway, into the living room, and finally checked the dining room. Since all were empty of people, Holly and I went to the front landing and the main stairs.
Ivy jogged back down the main staircase, and blew out an aggravated breath. “Where do you suppose she is?”
Holly stopped dead, cocked her head to the side and announced. “Mom’s upstairs in the attic.”
“But we only use that for storage. Why would she be up there? ” Ivy looked up the stairs.
I didn’t even question it. Holly clearly sensed Aunt Gwen’s location in the house in the same way she’d felt the energy of the house had changed. We started up the stairs together.
We found Aunt Gwen coming out of a door on the second floor, a door that I’d taken as a closet. I saw steep steps behind her, before she shut the door. “Girls.” She opened her arms and
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