Rachel Golden and the Retriever of Sin by Oliver Jackson

Author:Oliver Jackson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hewlett-Packard

Crabs had gone to bed shortly after that, and Rachel hadn’t at all liked his reaction to the news about the watch. He looked like he was barely controlling his anger, and after he had climbed into his little cot and even started snoring, she felt sure he wasn’t really sleeping. The way he had asked about it, and then the way he had acted when he found out it was lost scared Rachel. For the second time she suspected that the fisherman was not all he seemed.

After Crabs had gone to bed, Kel spread out some rugs and blankets in the corner of the shack. Rachel was feeling terrible. Granted, she didn’t know what the watch did, and to be honest it had annoyed the hell out of her, but she had a feeling that it was something important. And that she’d screwed up bad. No one else said anything, but she could feel their eyes on her when she wasn’t looking. She wasn’t sure she knew how or why, but she had let them down badly. Especially Ros. It had been Sinbad’s watch after all.

When the others had settled down she made an excuse about needing some fresh air, and stepped out onto the deck of the shack. She buried her hands deep in the pockets of her fleece and turned away from the cold sea wind. Drops of salt spray found their way down the back of her neck and she shivered. She took out the photograph of her dad again and looked at it in glow from one of the windows. Ugh. She’d even let her dad down too. What would he think of his daughter, the daughter he’d never known, if he knew that she’d messed things up so badly on her first ever mission?

She wasn’t even a real Hero yet, and now it was likely that she never would be. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn’t hear the shack door opening. She jumped at the touch of a hand on her shoulder, but relaxed when she saw it was Kel. Her gaze fell to the floor, not wanting him to look at her. AND she was crying again, for like the fourth time that night. He must think she was a complete baby; a zero loser of a non-Hero.

‘I’m sorry, Rachel,’ he said, so quietly that she almost couldn’t hear him above the howling wind. She looked at him, confused, and he reached out and touched her face. Her eyes were shining with tears in the soft light from the window, and with his fingertips he gently lifted her face. He leaned down and kissed her lips, barely touching them with his, a warm tender and loving kiss. She melted into his arms.

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