Knowledge Quickening (The Nememiah Chronicles Book 2) by D.S. Williams

Author:D.S. Williams [Williams, D.S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Creativia
Published: 2013-03-31T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 24: New Beginnings

It had been a little over two months since Conal rescued me from the motel room in Colorado. He'd taken control, arranging transportation of my car to Mississippi and driving us to Denver so we could catch a flight to Louisiana.

I'd learned Conal had two homes – one on the outskirts of Natchez, in a group of houses where members of his pack lived in a close community, and an apartment in the heart of Jackson where he lived during the week. His elegant apartment was spacious and comfortable with two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a large living area and a small balcony that looked out over the city.

Conal was an engineer and worked at his father's construction company, designing high-rise structures to be erected around the United States. He was away from Jackson frequently and insisted I was welcome to live in the apartment while I pulled my life together. He was absent for two or three nights most weeks and I spent the time coming to terms with my new circumstances.

For the first few weeks, I was in a continual funk, deeply depressed and struggling to comprehend a life without Lucas. I sat around the apartment, drinking coffee and watching reruns on cable. Most days I didn't bother changing out of pajamas. To his credit, Conal was amazingly patient, letting me work through my feelings in my own time. I'm certain that some days I must have driven him to distraction and made him wonder why on earth he'd invited this wretched woman into his home. If I'd been him, I would have kicked me out on my ass.

He was a perfect gentleman. The first night at the apartment, Conal insisted on giving me the master bedroom and he moved to the second, smaller bedroom. He made no mention of anything more than friendship, though I was aware of the way he gazed at me when he thought I wasn't looking. I sometimes caught the smoldering desire in his eyes when I glanced up unexpectedly and he'd turn away until he'd recovered his composure. We both studiously ignored mentioning it.

The finality of my break with Lucas came a week or so after my arrival in Mississippi, when a delivery truck arrived at the apartment with the rest of my belongings from Puckhaber Falls. My art supplies, clothes, books – every single one of my belonging had been carefully packed into cardboard packing crates and were delivered to Conal's doorstep. My heart shattered all over again as I unpacked and found a letter from Lucas in the top of one crate. For the rest of the day I'd stared at the sealed envelope, wavering between the desperate desire to open it and complete terror regarding what he might have written. For the sake of my own sanity, I chose not to read it. I was wavering on the wings of depression, as it was – nothing Lucas said would make it better. When Conal arrived home from work, I handed him the envelope, requesting he get rid of it.

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