Birthright (Residue Series #2) by Falter Laury

Author:Falter, Laury [Falter, Laury]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Audeamus LLC
Published: 2012-07-13T23:00:00+00:00

11 SAVIOR

I don’t have a single memory of my father.

My mother carried a photograph of him in a locket, encrusted with our family stone, but it had worn away over the years. White creases and color fading removed most of the details but his dark hair, lively eyes, and gleaming smile still came through. Other than the extremely limited stories my mother had told and the words ‘kind, generous, and altruistic’ used to describe him, this was the extent of what I knew about him.

Still, discovering the man who killed my father was unsettling. And it was no less disconcerting knowing the same man was now following me.

As we drove back, after determining this particular lesson was over based on my withdrawn reaction, I assessed my options. Walking up and confronting him would risk endangering my family. There was no possibility of turning him in. I had no proof, other than a memory I never knew existed until now. Powerless. That was how I felt. The feeling only intensified when I saw his associates stationed at Aunt Lizzy’s houses. Theleo, thankfully, was not with them.

Jameson had watched me closely, his wisdom guiding him to remain silent, before carefully sliding into the back of the car before we reached Aunt Lizzy’s house. Even though he didn’t say another word to me during the drive, this wasn’t the last time I would see him tonight.

After I got ready to crawl into bed, I twisted the lamp on next to my bedroom window, and he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Stunned, I inhaled sharply, causing Miss Mabelle to give me a curious glance from her doorway – a position that prevented her from seeing Jameson. I gave her a wavering smile and quickly closed my door.

“I came for my jacket,” he stated, quietly, standing to prove his point and to convey it was the only reason he’d come. The fact it was already in his hand was enough to convince me, but then he stopped two paces from the door.

I hadn’t said a single word to him, but my tension, my yearning for him, was so strong he must have noticed it.

As he turned, I prepared myself for the strength I’d need if we started another conversation on rethinking the agreement about our relationship. Instead, he caught me off guard by offering, “Do you want to practice channeling?”

Stumped, I didn’t really have an answer. I wanted him to leave, and at the same time, I wanted him to stay.

To buy myself time, I asked, “How did you get here so fast?”

“I have routes,” he replied, simply, and offered no more information.

He stood there, motionless, as awkward silence filled the room. “I thought you might have more questions,” he said, in a way that made me think he was explaining why he was still here.

I gave him a confused stare.

“About what you learned tonight. About your father.”

So he hadn’t come for his jacket, after all. Once again, he was trying to help someone, and this time it was me.

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