Page Twelve

“Can I read it?” Robert asked gently.

Caelan looked at him for a few moments in silence. He trusted Robert. Apparently more than he trusted his own father. Robert had taken care of him throughout all of his childhood and all he’d ever done was care for his wellbeing.

He hesitated before holding the note out to him. Robert took it carefully, thanking him. He unfolded it as if it was the most precious thing in the world and read it silently. He frowned and read it again.

“Did he explain this?” he asked.

Caelan shook his head. “After I spent the night at his, and he was gone when I woke up, I came home and found that one my pillow.”

“What happened when you spent the night at his?” Robert asked, his voice soft.

Caelan looked down at the floor, a blush spreading over his cheeks as he remembered.

“He kissed me before he went to sleep,” he whispered.

His eyes widened in surprise. “And how do you feel?”

“I... don’t know.”

“Some things are meant to be, Caelan. We’ll have to wait until he gets back to find out.”

“You mean...”

“Has Zeke ever told you about what he saw when he first met you?” Robert asked quietly.

“He doesn’t like talking about that,” Caelan whispered, looking at his tangled hands.

He could feel Robert’s eyes on him. “Come and sit down.”

After a few moments Caelan walked over and sat on the sofa opposite Robert. There was something about the way he was looking at him – with realisation and insight – that made him wary.

“Jordan has told him what Zeke told him once.”

Caelan waited patiently for him to continue. Well, impatiently.

“He said that he saw you as an adult, with someone. But it hurt his mind to look at it.”

Caelan’s eyes widened in surprise; he’d been studying magic and abilities for three years now. Foresight was one of the first things he’d been taught about. When a person had the ability but was too young to have been trained, it hurt his head for him to look at himself in the future.

“What...” He swallowed. “What do you mean ‘with’?”


“But that means...” Caelan didn’t dare to finish the sentence.

“We’ll find out, won’t we?”



Zeke had been with the Covenant for seven years now, and he didn’t regret his decision one bit. Not yet anyway.

He’d worked his way up quickly until he was now practically Maverick’s right hand man. There was something about the ancient vampire that radiated authority, his voice commanding respect from the moment that you met him.

He thought of Caelan. It wouldn’t have been that long for him, only just over a year. That was one of the good things about the Dimension; people on the other side didn’t miss you as much.

He let his eyes flutter shut, his arms folding across his chest. It hurt to think of Caelan. He thought of the note he’d left, and that kiss the two of them had shared. There was something special in that. When he opened his eyes again, Maverick was staring at him from across the table.

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