Wake Unto Me by Cach Lisa

Author:Cach, Lisa [Cach, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Speak
Published: 2011-03-31T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER Sixteen

After dinner, while Amalia was watching TV in the Grand Salon with Daniela and Brigitte, Caitlyn plumped the pillows on her bed, turned out all the lights except her desk lamp, and lay down on top of her duvet. She folded her hands over her abdomen and tried to relax: an impossible quest, given her excitement. She was going to see Raphael again, and this time she’d be in control!

Passing voices in the hall outside her door seemed unusually loud and distracting: Soma, a girl from India, was telling Japanese Kaori that she’d gained a kilo in the past month and was going to try a new coconut-oil diet to lose weight.

Caitlyn groaned in frustration and flipped on her alarm clock radio, tuning it to the white noise between stations. The sounds of the hallway quickly became indistinct under the wash of static.

Dream but stay in control, she told herself.

After several minutes she finally felt herself sinking into the first layer of sleep, awareness of the room around her fading.

Raphael. I want to dream about Raphael.

She imagined his face and loose curls, and his hazel eyes. The deliberate effort briefly brought her closer to the surface of consciousness, but as she held his face in her mind she began once again to sink toward sleep.

A thrill ran through her as Raphael’s face suddenly came to life. He and the old man, Beneto, whispered near a leaded-glass window with a painted panel in its center. Moonlight spilled through the glass, tracing their profiles in silver and glimmering softly on a box Raphael held in his hands. Caitlyn stood a few feet away, in shadows untouched by the moon, and unnoticed by either man.

“We have to find someplace more secure, Beneto,” Raphael whispered in Italian, the meaning of the foreign words forming in Caitlyn’s mind without effort. “We can’t keep moving it around, hoping to stay ahead of the thief.” The small box or chest in his hands was about six inches long and four inches wide. The sides were made of small pieces of what looked like cloudy glass, the edges held together by gold. The lid, too, was gold, set with an enormous quartz crystal cabochon—a rounded stone. It was almost as long as the box, two inches high, and polished to glassy smoothness.

Caitlyn’s heart tripped. She suddenly knew that that was what had been lying in the depths of the locked trunk she’d opened, when she’d visited Raphael and had been driven half mad by the sound of the beating heart. That box had been what glimmered in the depths after she’d flung aside the blanket.

“Whoever is looking for it is getting desperate,” Beneto said. “They took no care to hide the signs of searching my room.”

“We need someplace permanent to keep it.” Raphael handed the crystal chest to the old man. “You said you had one last place you could hide it, until we find the Templar’s treasure.”

Beneto nodded and slipped the chest into an opening in his robe.

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