The Arrow (Children of Brigid Trilogy Book 1)

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question, but did he mention anything about devils?” Cate asked. Fynn fumbled for her phone. She wasn’t talking about this with a stranger, no matter how well-dressed and shiny. Komo needed to come the hell out.
    Cate stopped her with a cool hand on her shoulder. Fynn’s bicep tensed. “Fynn, you can trust me,” she said. “I’m worried about Komo.”
    Fynn held her thumb over
send.
    “Thank God you’re here, frankly,” Cate said. She grabbed Fynn by the shoulders and gave her a hug that smelled of designer perfume and mint gum. “You’re the only person he will talk to.”
    Fynn remained rigid. “I don’t know why you say that,” she said. “Komo is an old friend, but we’re not exactly in touch.”
    Cate leaned forward. “No disrespect to your mother, Fynn. She’s a great woman. Her hospitals have helped many people. But that demon talk has our Komo turned around.”
    “So you don’t believe in the demons,” Fynn said. She put her phone away. Not heeding the prophecies didn’t make then not true. Her mother was right about that. But it was surprising that Komo’s manager wasn’t a starry-eyed believer.
    “Of course not,” Cate said. “Out of context, that would be a very strange question.”
    “Right.”
    “Your mother is a great woman. A great doctor, and nobody would dispute that. But her religion, on the other hand...”
    “It’s crazy.” A traitor’s words. Fynn bit them between her teeth like nails.
    “Of course it is.”
    Cate and Fynn looked at each other. So Komo hadn’t hired a fan or party girl to be his manager. He’d shown some good sense and hired a down-to-earth woman.
    “You’re tired, Fynn,” Cate said. “Come into the house. Spend some time with Komo. He needs you right now. You’re the only one who understands what it felt like to grow up in your mother’s cult.”
    “Commune,” Fynn said. “It’s a planned community, not a cult.”
    “I get what you’re saying.” Cate’s phone buzzed in her manicured hand and she turned it off without looking. “I’m going to ask them to get your room ready,” she said. “And have a hot bath and a good meal prepared for you, as well.”
    A voice cried in Fynn’s head like a distant warning bell. It sounded like her mother. “I’m not staying the night,” she said.
    “Okay.” Cate opened the door. “I have an herbal tea you’ll love.”
    ***
    The kitchen in the Victorian mansion was removed from the rest of the house by a long hallway. A fire roared in a gray stone fireplace that took up one whole wall. Cate plied her with a hot mug of a flowery tea. Fynn took it, but didn’t sit down. The tea smelled like summer afternoons in the meadow and she didn’t mean to, but she took a long sip. She needed to find Komo, to go upstairs and find the hollow-eyed thing. Instead, she found herself drinking down the entire cup of summer-flavored tea.
    “What’s in this?” Fynn asked.
    “It’s a Chinese blend,” Cate said, with the wave of a hand. She wasn’t concerned with tea. “Ginger, I think.” She poured herself a cup and put her elbows on the table, as though Fynn had come expressly to visit with her. “He talks about you all the time,” she said. “He only agreed to come out of hiding if I promised to get him here to St. Cocha to see you.”
    “Me?” Fynn said. “I don’t believe that. He didn’t call me once in five years.” She was having a hard time remembering why exactly she had to run upstairs. She’d had a good reason.
    “Did you call him?” Cate asked.
    “No,” Fynn said. “I thought he would be too busy.”
    “Too busy?”
    “I was in love with him,” Fynn said. The truth came out in a flood. “I was in love with him and I knew he would never love me back. So what was the point?” Her face heated. She felt her own forehead with the back of her hand. The kitchen was too warm.
    “This doesn’t surprise me,” Cate said.
    “Why would it? Everyone is in love with

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