Lost Hope by Frankie Rose

Author:Frankie Rose
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: paranormal romance, young adult, young adult adventure, young adult paranormal romance, young adult series, frankie rose, the hope series
Publisher: Frankie Rose

14

London, Present Day

Daniel

“So this Alex guy thinks you have his soul?”

“Yeah.”

The night was placid and silent, the house holding its breath. For once, the Emissary wasn’t kicking at its door, screaming to be let out. Perhaps it had realized it was a hopeless exercise. Farley was midway through explaining that she’d been visited by a Quorum member who thought she had stolen his soul.

“Are you sure it wasn’t just a dream? Dreams are weird sometimes.”

Farley’s hair spilled around her head onto her pillow like raven black ink. She looked like a Grecian sculpture in the moonlight pouring through the window, her skin pale and perfect. She frowned, ruining the illusion. “I know the difference between a regular dream and a visitation, Daniel. I’ve had enough of each to be able to tell them apart. This was…different.”

“How so?”

“Well, it was almost as though I could feel what he was feeling. Not like I can with you. Almost like when I was inside Simeon’s mind and I was experiencing his memories. It was weird.”

It sounded weird. It also sounded like this Alex guy needed psychiatric help. Anyone who had been puppeteered by the Emissary for so long surely had to. “Did he seem dangerous?”

Farley gave one gentle shake of her head, her eyes shining and wide in the dark. “No. He seemed desperate.”

“What else did he say? Anything at all that could help us figure this whole thing out?”

She chewed on her lip, the way she did when she was thinking. I kept quiet, fascinated, watching the tips of white teeth tease the bow of her mouth. Eventually, she said, “There was one thing. He said…he said there was always more than one prophecy. Always. He rattled off a bunch of dates.”

I felt myself frowning. My hands did that thing they usually did when I was suddenly alert—twitching, straining with energy. I didn’t know why or how I knew with such a certainty, but this was vital information. “What were the dates, Farley?”

“Eighteen something. Nineteen oh-one. Nineteen twenty-one. Nineteen thirty. Fifty-one. Ninety-one. Twenty fifteen. He would have kept going if I hadn’t stopped him. He said they were important dates. And the thing is…”

“What?” My stomach was pitching and yawing. I already knew what was coming.

“I was born in nineteen ninety-one.” She clasped her hands, palms pressed together, to her mouth, watching me carefully as I picked over that. Aside from being laughable that she was born what might as well have been a fortnight ago for me, it was too much of a coincidence that the Quorum member brought it up alongside a bunch of dates that were already engraved in my memory. I placed my hand on her hip, drawing her to me. She was worried. I could read it in her eyes.

“You know what it means, don’t you?” she whispered against my chest.

“No. But I do know those dates, love. I know them because Agatha had us preparing for them endlessly. They’re the dates she claimed the prophecy said you would come, and each time she was wrong.

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