Soothsayer by Cari Z

Author:Cari Z [Z, Cari]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

When I woke up, Sören was gone. My first instinct was to run out and check the parking lot, because if he’d abandoned me after the fiasco that was last night, I didn’t know what I’d do. Die, probably, after a lot of melodramatic running and screaming. Nothing about that thought appealed, so I closed my eyes again, took a deep breath, and ran my hand over the other half of the bed. Still noticeably cool. Okay, that was good. He hadn’t been gone long.

I opened my eyes and sat up, carefully not letting myself freak out yet. I checked for the car keys―there they were, right where I’d left them on my duffel bag. I couldn’t hear the shower going and the bathroom door was open, but if he’d gone out, he probably hadn’t gone far. Maybe he was hungry. Shit, now that I thought about it, I was hungry. The last time I’d eaten anything was…yesterday, late morning. Lunch with Andre. It felt like a hundred years ago already.

I eased myself to my feet, expecting to feel more fragile than I did. Last night had been―I didn’t really know what to think about it. It had been intense. Painful. Sad. Mostly sad, and if I thought about it too much, I’d just end up feeling guilty, and not only over Sören. I knew exactly what Officer Henley was doing right now, and it wasn’t pleasant. I did feel a bit better after ostensibly giving Sören some comfort, but any pleasantness was fleeting. And that had to change.

Fuck this. Fuck being down and out; fuck the nerves; fuck the worry. I was a goddamn seer. I was the son of a woman who had manipulated an entire government into freeing her. I was primed to succeed. I needed to leave behind my doubts and jump into this feet-first, or I would lose.

Number one thing on the agenda: get decent and get some food. Number two: get moving, but mindfully. I’d always hated that word―it was the sort of thing Marisol would throw out every now and then when she was in a particularly new-agey mindset, but right now, it seemed pretty cogent. I needed to be mindful of Sören most of all. I mean, yes, mindful of his vengeful relatives too, but if I couldn’t hang on to the landvættir on my own, all of my problems became purely academic because I’d probably be dead. So. Bathroom, clothes, find Sören, get us some food, and get out of here. We’d make it to Santa Rosa when we made it.

I put on jeans and a T-shirt, covered my more distinctive tattoos with my suit jacket, the only part of the getup that had mostly survived the carnage of yesterday, and headed for the office. I hadn’t looked too closely at the kid who’d checked us in last night, but I’d seen enough to get a glimpse of what he spent most of his time on.

My hunch was correct. Sören

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