Casey by Sherry Foster

Author:Sherry Foster [Foster, Sherry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Safe Haven Wolves Book 8
Publisher: DAS Publishing
Published: 2019-08-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

"I don't want to ride with you if you are just bringing them right back here. The cream I tried didn't work. The burning sensation is stronger today than it was last night. The tattoo hasn't changed in shape or color, but still, it seems to be getting worse. I called Shelley to come by on her way to the clinic so she can look at it." Casey rubbed her chest with one hand and cut her waffle with the other. Reaching out, she grabbed the syrup bottle and proceeded to drench her waffle. She pointed her fork at Trey, "I don't feel like putting up with that guy's ass hat attitude today. My chest hurts, and it is only getting worse. If he wants to talk to a witch, he can talk to Sibeal or Nathanial. I am done with him. He flew all the way here from the southern part of Louisiana just to ask me why we were refugees on this planet. As soon as I asked him how he knew our old language, he got mad and left. I'm telling you that man, alien, vampire, whatever you want to call him is the rudest Reliant I have ever met."

Trey laughed, "You have only ever met three others of that race, so I don't think you had a wide selection to make your judgment. Did he use the word refugees? That wasn't what either of you told me last night."

Casey gave a half shrug and popped a bit of waffle in her mouth. While she chewed, she thought of how to explain. Swallowing, she pointed her fork at him again and narrowly missed dripping syrup on her leg. "The language is like any other language, not everything has an exact translation. It could loosely translate to refugee or hiding, maybe if you stretch it, you could say he asked why we lived here. I thought about the question he asked last night and tried to translate it to English as best I could. You have to understand Trey, my mother and I don't talk much, and she was the one who taught me the language from birth. The Golden Book and the language are my heritage, she said. My family has had the caring of the book since time began only adding to it occasionally. I can read the book from front to back, but I don't know anyone else who speaks the language. Nathanial can read a few words but to sit and have a conversation in the dead language, well I haven't had anyone to talk to for a couple of centuries."

"I thought you left home close to a hundred years ago."

Casey smiled before she said, "What's a hundred years or so between friends? The point is, without my mother around, I haven't had anyone to talk to, and I am a bit rusty in the spoken word. I translated closely to the actual meaning."

"So how old are you? I know your kind live

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