symbols, not shapes. Do you have anything?”
“I don’t know.” He looked down at his forearm, where his protector mark had been. Emma knew there wouldn’t be anything on his arm. He’d worn short sleeves the last two days.
“Maybe it’s on your back too.” She lifted up the bottom of his shirt. On his right shoulder blade were two intersected triangles.
***
Emma’s hold on his shirt tightened and Will wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or worried.
“I have them?”
“Yes.” Her voice was soft and almost lost in the air.
“Nothing else?”
She lowered his shirt. “No, but I think you’re right. It has to be related to our joining.”
“Agreed.” But what it meant was a mystery, along with everything else in this fucked-up production. The other marks had been more detailed and intricate. The triangles were plain. Elemental. Maybe that was the answer right there. “I say we test it all out tomorrow.”
“Do you think we’re safe out here?”
“Are you worried about someone or something sneaking up on us?”
She looked up, worry in her eyes. “Do you think they will?”
“At first, I was concerned, but I’ve since changed my mind. I think your father will wait until the end. Raphael is too chickenshit to do anything. And the last we saw, Alex was back on the campaign trail for his father.”
“And Marcus?”
Will tensed. He’d been asking himself the same question since Marcus had disappeared at the top of the cliff. “Marcus is a wild card.”
“You think he’ll find us.”
“I’m sure of it. The question is when.”
Emma’s back stiffened.
“Even if he shows up, I don’t think we’ll have anything to worry about.” For Emma’s sake, he hoped to God that was true. “You don’t need to worry, Emma. I’ll protect you.”
“No, we’ll protect each other.”
He smiled and kissed the top of her head, pulling her closer. “Come on. Let’s go inside and get some sleep.” She would need all of her strength tomorrow.
Chapter Six
Jake lay in bed, watching the shadows in fascination. They had grown bolder, moving closer to him, crawling across his covers. He tickled one with his fingers and it vibrated then reached for his hand.
“I’d be careful with those, if I were you.”
Jerking his head up, Jake found Water sitting in the chair in the corner. “You weren’t there a minute ago.”
Water grinned. “Are you sure about that?”
Jake hesitated. He was sure no one had been there when he went to bed. While he’d played with the shadows, he was positive the door hadn’t opened.
“You’re right. I didn’t come through the hall door.”
Jake shoved his thought into the deeper part of his head. He didn’t like that Water had read his thoughts.
“I saw your mother.”
Jake’s jaw dropped and he sucked in a breath.
“She was with Will.”
Jake knew that, but it still hurt to hear. And he shouldn’t be surprised Water had seen her. “You tricked me.”
Water tilted his head, confusion covering his face. “How so?”
“You didn’t tell me you were Will’s dad.”
Water laughed. “So Aiden’s told you.”
“ You should have told me.”
“I couldn’t. Aiden’s rules. If you want to get upset with someone, get mad at him. This could all be over if it weren’t for Aiden.”
“Your name is Marcus.”
Water grinned. “What else did Aiden tell you?”
“That Will tricked Mommy.”
With a chuckle, Marcus shook his head. “So that’s how he sees it.”
Jake looked away. A burning lump filled his throat.
“Do you remember when I told you that you were the king in our game of chess?”
Jake nodded reluctantly.
“I’ll give you a hint. Part of it has to do with the shadows.”
The shadows on Jake’s bed darted to the edges of the mattress and over the sides, as though they were hiding.
“They like you, you know. That’s very unusual. But they sense how important you are, and they need you.”
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