Malice of the Cross by Jeremy Croston

Author:Jeremy Croston [Croston, Jeremy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781981279715
Publisher: Bolt Publishing, LLC
Published: 2017-12-18T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

I was the first person to pick up on it. When Abigail came to me right before dusk and said she had another dream of Radu’s life, all the pieces came together. “You’re related to him,” I said.

“What are you talking about?”

“It makes all the sense in the world,” I continued on. “I’m connected to my ancestor, the witch Esmerelda, so it would only make sense that you’re connected to your own.” After my explanation, even Horus seemed to agree.

The old priest was very intrigued with everything that had happened. We filled him in after Radu stormed off to bed in a huff. Both Abigail and I regaled him with stories from our previous lives as well as what had happened since meeting Radu. He laughed that Abigail was still reluctant to refer to him by his Christian name, preferring to use the alias he came up for himself.

“What is your family name, Abigail?” Horus asked. Come to think of it, she never gave us one.

She didn’t answer him. “Abigail, what’s wrong?”

“My father, he was a bastard. We didn’t receive a family name.”

One of the worst distinctions to be leveled against a person was bastard. To be born out of wedlock, or even out of an affair, it was a terrible curse. With her father being a bastard, chances are her mother was shunned and Abigail was treated like filth in her birthplace. No wonder both her and her father were soldiers in the Vatican’s army. It was a chance to redeem their family’s honor.

There was only one way to find out. “Can you connect to Radu’s mind, with intent?”

She contemplated my question. “I’ve never tried, as it would seem to be an intrusion of his privacy.”

“I agree with Maximus,” Horus offered. “The truth lies in the past. You both deserve to know if Maximus’s hypothesis is true.”

She stayed silent but closed her eyes. Her face scrunched up before going slack. An instant later, her eyes reopened. I expected to hear failure. “How long was I gone?” she asked.

“Just a split second,” Horus answered.

“That can’t be right…”

“Abigail,” I said, starting to get worried. “Your eyes closed and then reopened just a moment later. How long did you think you were out?”

“Hours,” she told me, disbelief in her voice. “I witnessed so much.”

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