Chapter Twenty
Leila watched as Caleb set a fire in the patio fire pit, and could feel herself starting to relax. She wasn’t sure what to believe anymore, but since she had been here she hadn’t had one episode, and the voices that had been a constant roar in her head were now a minor livable humming in the back of her mind. She had become wary as the men and women began to talk about her family history. It was weird to hear stuff about her family from strangers. She came out of her thoughts when she heard Kaitlyn say something about a demon oath.
“What… Say that again?” she demanded
“Leonard is one of your distant ancestors,” Kaitlyn explained.
“Leonard?” she enquired.
“Leonard Andre Le Pierre, age 34, disappeared approximately 1630 years ago, give or take a couple of years.”
“But didn’t you say something before, about someone taking a demon oath?” Caleb enquired.
“Actually, it was Niall who gave us that information, and he was completely right about Leonard. He liked power! Your ancestors survived all kinds of hardships, and did some underhanded things for wealth, but never for power over others. From what I have read through, they were a thrifty bunch.”
“So he gave everything up to become a demon, just to gain power?” Leila questioned, as disbelief echoed through her voice. “You can’t honestly expect me to believe that one of my ancestors gave everything up to become a demon. Come on, what kind of drugs are you all on? I really would like some.”
“You are such a skeptic!” Kaitlyn teased her. “I hate to tell you this, but no drugs will change the fact that we’re telling you the truth. Don’t feel bad, we girls are in the same WTF boat as you. Anyhow, when a human takes a demon oath, they relinquish their immortal soul, and in exchange they get power and immortality,” Kaitlyn explained.
Niall added, “Souls are very potent as a power conduit for good or bad. That’s why magic works.”
“So my ancient great whatever will live forever? Yeah right! I hate to break it to you, but people don’t live forever,” she told them with a snort.
“Leila?” She turned and looked at Kevan and Caleb, who were cuddled up in an armchair together. “Why are you fighting so hard to disbelieve everything we tell you? Why can’t you take a chance and accept that there are things that can’t be explained, and that we don’t know everything?”
“Things that can’t be explained, you’re kidding, right?” Leila told them with a shot of cynical laughter. “You want me to believe that demons are real, that vampires go around sucking people’s blood, and that a full moon causes men to change into wolves. Oh please, if you expect me to believe all that is true, then I have a bridge to sell.”
“No thanks on the bridge, but FYI, only some vamps are interested in your blood, weres can change at any time they want once they are old enough, and hell yes, demons are real.” Kevan’s voice allowed no argument.
Niall got up to pace, and said, “Leila, the human race has become so cynical. It used to be that mankind believed in us. Cairbare have always been advisors, and highly respected; now we get the smart ass comments.”
Kevan shook her head. Leila was proving even more stubborn than they thought possible. “Okay, you don’t want to believe that anything we’ve told you is true, even after everything that you’ve seen over the past few hours. I would like to know what you think is going on? How do you explain all that you’ve witnessed?”
“I can’t,” Leila admitted
“Then you have to agree that there is a chance that what we all just went through is real, and you might not be nuts.”
“I don’t have to agree to anything,” Leila told Kevan, as her natural cynicism kicked in.
“Oh, my gods,” Kevan growled with frustration. “Fine, tell me, what can we do to prove to you that this is all real?”
“I don’t know,” Leila stated. “What sane person wants to believe in this stuff? It takes the concept of good versus evil to a whole new level, which I don’t know if I am comfortable with.”
Kevan looked at Caleb, then to her sisters. “Do you think that you’re the only one who is having a hard time believing that things are different from what you have always wanted, or needed to believe? Because you aren’t,” Kevan explained to her. “You just found out that your family history isn’t what you thought. Well whoop-tee-do, join the club, you aren’t the only person in this room that found out that their family history wasn’t what they thought. I’m not saying that this is going to be easy, but you know what, the things that don’t kill us make us stronger. So you either roll with it, or you lie down and let it roll over you.”
“Well, bully for you!” sarcasm rippled through Leila’s words. “Please understand, almost every one of my relatives have either died in a mental institution or committed suicide, all because of the things that they have seen and heard over the years. Now you want me to jump up and down, yelling goodie, I’m not crazy after all because it’s all real. If it’s real, why hasn’t anyone ever said anything before now? Why did we suffer this alone, until you found us?”
They all sat quietly listening to everything that Leila had asked, and they could all empathize with her. To learn that her family had suffered needlessly; they understood her anger and frustration.
“You know what, we aren’t the bad guys here, and we understand that this is making you mad. That is to be expected, but we need you to meet us half way and keep an open mind.”
“Or else what?” Leila spat back at Kevan.
“Or else nothing,” Kevan shot back. “My god, do you really think that we would ...” Eve touched Kevan’s arm, stopping her.
“Let me.” Eve looked at Leila. “I have no idea why you’re spouting all the bullshit that’s coming out of your mouth, but let me tell you, I know when people are lying, like you are right now.”
“I’m not lying!” Leila shouted at her jumping, to her feet.
“Oh, you so are,” Eve, yelled back at her. “So let’s cut the crap, and talk about things.”
“Talk about what?” Leila argued. Eve just sat and stared. Leila finally shifted under her stare. “Stop it!” Eve just continued staring at her. “Do you think trying to stare me down will make me change... okay, okay!” she shouted. “Maybe there is something to all of this, I’m admitting it, but I sure don’t have any faith that this is going to be a good thing.”
“It’s about time,” Kevan shouted. Eve let out a huge sigh. “My gods, are you sure that she’s not related to us?” Kevan looked at Kaitlyn, who shrugged her shoulders. “You are just as stubborn as one of us.”
“Well, what do you expect; this is all so out there?” Leila asked.
“We know, Leila. We may have grown up knowing about the other races, but some of the stuff we have learned in the past month has made us realize how much we really don’t know, and we do understand that accepting some of this stuff is like taking a leap of faith. It is so far out of the box of what most think of as reality that it’s hard to comprehend at times.”
“Okay, if we are done with the movie of the week moment?”
“Kaitlyn!” Kevan groaned. “Enough, just tell us what you have.”
“Finally. Like I told you, Samhain was an amazing researcher, but in his quest for the quote unquote, Lost Repository, it went nowhere fast, until he started looking for the missing link.”
“What missing link?” they wanted to know.
“Oh come on? Not even one guess?” Kaitlyn pleaded
“Kaitlyn, you’re really pushing it today,” Kevan warned it.
“Oh, come on you guys, one guess. Kev, Eve, Niall, Marcus?” She threw her hands up in frustration. “You guys are no fun, no sense of imagination.”
“I’m warning you, Kaitlyn, knock off the dramatics! Tell us what you’ve learned, now,” Kevan demanded.
“Fine,” she pouted. She took a second be
fore the need to tell them what she had learned burst through. “What does every library or museum need?”
“Kaitlyn!” Kevan watched the pleading looked that passed over Kaitlyn’s face; she needed this. “Fine, just this once I will play along. What does every library or museum need? Let’s see … a museum needs art, a library needs books. What else?” Kaitlyn’s face dropped.
“Not things,” Kaitlyn told her sister.
“Not things? Alright then, they both need protection.” Kaitlyn shook her head. “Then I don’t know what else ...” She stopped as something popped into her head. Kaitlyn could see the look on her twin’s face; things were starting to gel for her. Kevan looked to Kaitlyn; who was vibrating with excitement. “A museum needs a director, and a library needs a librarian.” Kevan told her sister.
“Yes,” Kaitlyn shouted as she pumped her fist into the air. “Finally!”
“So what does that mean?” Eve questioned, not understanding what they were getting at.
“Well, I’m not sure,” Kaitlyn admitted. “I can only tell you what I have discovered so far. They don’t call it a librarian. They’re called a claviger, and they have complete access to the Repository; they are the only ones that do.”
“And what does this have to do with my family?” Leila wanted to know.
“Well, from what I’ve read so far, your family has produced this claviger for a very long time.”
“How long?”
“Well the notes didn’t mention exact time, precisely but I can tell you that it has been a long time.” Kaitlyn focused on the men. “You guys should know more about this than I do.”
Leila turned and looked at the men, confusion all over her face. “What is she talking about?”
“Oh lord, how do we explain them?” Eve stammered.
“Explain what?” Leila needed to know. “Who are you?” she asked, looking at the men.
“We’re cairbare warriors,” Caleb answered her.
“Cair what?” Leila questioned.
“Cairbare,” Kevan told her. “Don’t say care bear, they’re a little touchy about that one.”
“Kevan,” Caleb growled.
“What, you are,” she defended herself.
“Talk to me,” Leila demanded.
“Okay, here are the facts. Cairbare warriors are immortal,” Kevan said.
Leila’s mouth dropped open. “That’s not possible,” she whispered.
“I’m afraid it is totally possible, and in our case, it is a fact,” Niall chimed in. “We could tell you how long we have been around, but that is just talk. We have nothing other than our word that we have been around for a very long time. You’re going to have to just trust that what we have told you is true.”
“Look, we’ve already had this conversation,” Eve said. “Just keep telling yourself that there are more things out there than we know about, and know that sometimes you’ll just need to accept that what we’re telling you is real.” Leila looked like she wanted to argue, but then she nodded her agreement.
“We know that it’s a lot to take in, but it’ll get easier,” Kaitlyn told her. “Shall we get back to topic at hand?”
“What?” Leila looked back at her.
“We told you about your family being the claviger of the Lost Repository.”
“Okay, say I believe you, and that all of this is true, what happened at my house earlier really happened, and none of it is a delusion, why now?”
“Why now, what?”
“Why come after me?” Leila wanted to know.
“Well, that I can answer,” Kaitlyn spoke up. “As I said before, Leonard is … was a relative, I’m not really sure how you would classify him anymore. He was the last known claviger of the repository before he took the oath. Not long after that, the Repository was lost.”
“So, if this Leonard is a member of my family, why hasn’t he been in touch? Why didn’t he try and help?” Leila felt like crying.
“Well, considering he’s the reason behind your family problems for the past 1000 or so years, it’s not much of a surprise that he hasn’t been in touch,” Kaitlyn told her.
“What do you mean?” Leila questioned.
“This is where things get really interesting. It seems when a person takes the demon oath, they must give up all contact with their family, present and future. No reference as to why, it’s just part of it. The other thing is that they can’t bring anything from their human life with them. So, when they take the oath, they go with only the clothes on their backs, and that’s it.”
“What are you saying?” Leila questioned. “That he couldn’t get in touch and help us, because of what he did?”
“Leila, did you not hear what I told you? He’s a DEMON, he’s the one that made sure that you didn’t know who or what you are, and made sure that no help came your way.” Kaitlyn couldn’t help being a bit sarcastic.
“I feel so weird and grossed out … I don’t understand?” Leila told Kaitlyn. She was too damn tired, nothing was making sense.
“What I have read so far is that the job of claviger is very interesting, and with it comes a lot of things, including a lot of power. They have the ability to understand the information stored within the Repository. At some point, the control of the repository passes from the retiring claviger to a new claviger, the trainee being the eldest son or daughter. The older claviger teaches the everyday workings of the repository. In Samhain’s notes, he says that he believes that the repository can communicate with the claviger; let me clarify, he believed that the claviger had the ability to communicate with everything in it.”
“What do you mean, like talk to it?” Kevan questioned.
“He wrote that they are connected. That they could talk to the books and objects within the repository.”
“Oh! Holy shit!” Leila gasped, as what Kaitlyn had told them sunk in.
“Yeah, he made note of rumours that floated around about a human who took a demon oath without asking enough questions. Samhain had pieced together that before Leonard took the oath, he refused to pick another claviger. Leonard believed he would remain claviger, and not only would he have the power that came with being a demon, but the power that came from being the claviger.”
“Sneaky bastard,” Niall snorted. “I never have liked him, ever.”
“Motherfucker!” Leila swore. “You’re saying that good ole Uncle Leonard, the demon, is a relative, and he was this claviger thing, but he wanted more power and thought that by not picking a successor, he would retain control of the repository, but it didn’t work. And because he was a greedy bastard, not wanting to share, my family has been paying the price ever since. He made our lives hell. We were all convinced that we’re crazy, when in reality it’s this thing, this repository, trying to communicate with us?”
“Yeah, that’s it in a nut shell,” Kaitlyn told her. “At least that’s what I have pieced together. Told you it was cool.”
“Okay, what do you guys want with it?” Leila wanted to know, her suspicion coming through. She felt maternal, all of a sudden.
“We aren’t looking for the repository exactly; we’re looking for something that was part of it, The Drusa grimoire. It’s a book of spells, which has potential for world-ending stuff, if it falls into the wrong hands,” Kevan explained.
“So Leonard has the grimoire?” Leila questioned them.
“Nope, he’s looking for it, too,” Kaitlyn stated, “and if what Samhain wrote in his notes is correct, then because it was part of the repository, you as the claviger should be able to find out where it is, and help us get to it before anyone else.”
“Well that’s a good reason, as long as it goes back home. But why would Leonard want this book?” Leila questioned.
“That is the million dollar question,” Kevan admitted to her. They all stopped as Leila gasped, looking around, her eyes widening with shock. “Leila??
??
“It doesn’t know why Leonard wants the grimoire,” Leila whispered.
“Who doesn’t?” Kevan questioned.
“It, the repository,” she told them her eyes wide with awe.
“How do you know that?” Kaitlyn wanted to know.
“It told me,” she told them, tears began rolling down her face. “Oh god, please tell me that this is real, that I’m not crazy.”
“Leila, you’re not crazy,” Eve told her, taking her hand and squeezing. “You are very special.”
“That’s so not fair,” Kaitlyn whined.
Marcus rolled his eyes at the pouting Kaitlyn. “For god’s sake, now what is your problem? She’s starting to believe in her destiny,” he growled at her.
“I know, but she gets to talk to the books and stuff in the repository. That’s so cool. I would love to be able to do that,” Kaitlyn told him, crossing her arms, and shooting Marcus a look that said a great deal, without saying an actual word. “I wish my powers would hurry up.”
“Leila, how are you feeling?” Eve wanted to know.
“Fine, great actually, better than I have in a long, long time, but I have a question?” she looked at them all.
“We’ll try and answer what we can, but we are really new to all of this, too,” Kevan told her.
“So what I was hearing before was this repository trying to communicate with me, correct?”
“That’s what we believe,” Kevan told her.
“Then why can I hear it so clearly now, whereas before it was like a million voices at once, and I couldn’t understand anything other than bits and pieces?”
“I don’t know for sure, maybe because it’s got your attention, and you’re starting to accept your destiny,” Eve speculated.
“Eve, whatever the reason, to no longer have all these voices yelling at me is just a bonus,” Leila told them. “Another question, if this has been part of my family for so long, why hasn’t anything been found in family writings, or letters? It’s not some minor part of the family’s history, it’s huge.”
“This is where Dexter’s research comes in handy,” Kaitlyn told her. “It would seem that once Leonard took the oath, and discovered that he had been lied to about a number of things, mostly about the repository, he was mad. Let’s just say, being a member of the Le Pierre – Lafayette family for about the next five generations wasn’t such healthy thing to be.”
“Why?”
“Leonard took out his anger on the family,” Kaitlyn explained. “Although I think some of this is speculation on Dexter’s part, it does make sense.”
“Kaitlyn, you’re wandering,” Kevan warned her sister.
“What?” Kaitlyn looked to her sister. “Sorry, from what I have been able to piece together, Leonard was so pissed about losing control of the repository, that he decided if he couldn’t have it, then nobody could. He had the family tracked, and everyone that showed promise of being the possible claviger, was killed. It wasn’t long before all the running and hiding from an unknown enemy scattered the family, some to the new world. This is the point where he lost track of the family. Leila’s family had no idea what was happening to them; they just thought one person in every generation was going to be crazy. When Leonard found them again, it suited his disposition just as well for them to suffer, which your family has.”
Leila sat quietly, processing all that they had told her, and then looked up. “I would like to know where this repository is.” She stopped suddenly, her breath caught in her throat so she could listen to the unheard voice that was speaking to her. Her eyes widened in surprise.
“What?” Kaitlyn asked her. “Oh man, this is so not fair, you all have powers, and I have nothing.” She pouted as they watched Leila. Finally, she seemed to be back with them. “What did they tell you? Where is the repository?” Leila lifted her eyes up to look at the others watching her. “Leila, talk to us.”
“They don’t know where they are. Only the way that they said it, doesn’t make sense to me.”
“Tell us,” Kevan pushed her. “Maybe we can help.”
“They said that they are where they have always been, but not quite, as if it was shifted, maybe.” She saw the looks that they all were giving her. “Hey, I told you that it didn’t make sense. They told me something else.”
“Why do I have a feeling that we aren’t going to like this?” Kevan muttered. “Come on, tell us.” Leila took a minute to put into words all that it had told her.
“They said that we have to find the grimoire. That it’s extremely important that it does not fall into the wrong hands, something about shifting the balance of the universe, and the end of the world as we know it, if it’s not protected.”
“Oh shit,” Kevan whispered, grabbing Leila’s hand. “Where’s the grimoire, then?”
“I don’t know. But it seems that in the wrong hands, the grimoire is really bad news.”
“We had already made the decision to find the grimoire, now it’s our number one priority.” Niall stated, as he stepped away, pulling out his phone.
“So if you can communicate with the repository, can you communicate with the grimoire?” Kevan questioned. “Cause if you can maybe it will give us an idea about where it is?”
“I guess I can give it a try,” Leila stated. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on trying to hear anything from the missing grimoire, but all she heard was silence. Opening her eyes, she looked to them, seeing the hope in their eyes, but shaking her head, told them everything that they needed to know.
“I guess it was too much to hope that it would be so easy. Nothing we have done so far has been easy, so I hoped maybe we might catch a break.”
“Sorry,” Leila told Kevan.
“Oh, no Leila, it’s fine. You have nothing to be sorry for, if it had been that easy, someone would have found it long before now.” She pushed herself to her feet, wobbling as a wave of tiredness rippled through her.
“That’s it,” Caleb growled, picking her up. “I let you have your way earlier, now I am taking you to bed.” Kevan smiled as she laid her head against his strong chest, drawing on his strength. “Amazing, no arguments?” he teased her, as he strode out of the room, headed for the stairs. Kevan shook her head. “Good.” Caleb murmured.
Kevan stared into the distance, not focusing on anything, as she tried to make sense of all that had happened since Leila had joined the search. She knew in her head that she was over thinking this, and if she just backed off a bit it would come to her, but it was easier said than done. Since the attack in the house and Kaitlyn’s discovery, the feeling that had been building for weeks was only becoming stronger. Whoever was after the grimoire had focused its energy on them. Kevan knew that if they didn’t figure it out, and soon, that someone would die, and she couldn’t let that happen.
Turning, she smiled as she watched Caleb make his way towards her. He was a walking billboard for sex, and every time she saw him it was all she could do to refrain from jumping him, demanding that he take her immediately.
“I hope that glint in your eye means that you are ready to make good on your promise?” Caleb stood over her, crooked grin on his face.
“And what promise would that be, big boy?” Kevan questioned him while he pulled her to him. Her arms circled his neck, as her legs wrapped around his waist. He growled, loving the feeling of her in his arms, and he carried her across the room, dropping her on the bed. Kevan giggled as she scrambled backwards, her eyes never leaving his.
“You know what promise,” he told her. He grabbed her ankle, pulling her back to him. Kevan reached out, grabbing his t-shirt, and pulled him down to her. His mouth captured hers, and both began devouring the other to appease the need that swamped them. Kevan rubbed herself against denim, her gasp of frustration bringing the moment to draw oxygen back into their lungs, while they pushed at each other’s clothing.
; “ We have lots of time,” Caleb told her, then took possession of her mouth again. Kevan moaned, as his hands brushed against her bare skin, her body demanding more. Pulling back, she grabbed the hem of his t-shirt, stripping it from his muscle bound torso. She leaned in, seizing his nipple with her teeth. Caleb gasped at the shock of pleasure ensnaring him, his hands threading into her hair to still her. Kevan licked the now sensitive nipple, as her hands slid down over his abs, heading for his belt.
“Kevan,” he groaned.
“We may have lots of time,” she told him between nips of her teeth and licks of her tongue, feasting on his taste. “But I don’t want to take our time.” She looked up at him, moving her caresses and kisses lower, her every scent thrilled beyond control, as more of his amazing physique was exposed to her seeking lips.
Caleb’s head fell back, as his whole body hummed with pleasure. Kevan teased the zipper open, pulled him out, and with a smile took him deep. A moan of pleasure ripped from his throat as he held onto her head, gently letting her continue what she was doing.
“Babe, I love what you’re doing,” he ground out. Kevan pulled back, letting him pop out of her mouth. His hands made short work of what remained of her clothes. “So wet...” She needed what he wanted to give her desperately. Picking her up until he was looking in to her eyes, he settled between her legs, hands on her knees pulling her wide, making her ready for him. When he came to rest at her entrance he captured her chin, drawing her eyes to him before they closed in anticipation, and desperation. Gods, he knew her so well already. “Kevan, what do you need? Say it.”
“I want you, Caleb,” she whispered. She felt his body shudder with need as her words sank in.
“Tell me,” he demanded of her. “Tell me, what you want me to do?” Kevan’s hands slid up his arms, over his shoulders to his neck, then cupped his cheeks. Her eyes never left his, as her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him close.
“Fuck me, Caleb” she whispered, her voice shaky with need as it exploded within her. “Now, hard, fast, and don’t stop until I can’t move,” she told him. Her entire body felt the rightness, as he drove into her body, filling her completely, his body shaking as he held himself still, wanting to do as she asked, but still not wanting to hurt her. He waited for a sign that showed she was ready for more, and then he held still even longer, making her desperate in her need.
“Wait,” he ordered.
“Caleb, gods I need you,” she sobbed, her body burning with need, as she arched her body to get what she needed. Caleb moved slowly, dragging out every ounce of pleasure he could, it wouldn’t last long, he knew, but he wanted her begging him to take her over the edge.
“More,” she panted, as the building pressure of need within her body was all she could feel. Caleb slid his arms under her knees, and then pulled her towards him, allowing him to control her pleasure, leaning into her. Kevan reached above her head, grasping the rungs of the headboard, as her body moved in a rhythm as old as time. Desperate need swept over them both, as all thought was abandoned. They functioned only on feeling. Kevan clenched down on him, allowing her body to move thrust for thrust.
“Oh gods!” she screamed out, as she went hurtling over the edge. The need that had been building exploded over them. Flying in a haze of soaring sensations, she distantly heard Caleb roar his release, and then he collapsed on top of her. Her entire existence focused on sensations pouring through her body, which was still pulsing, beating with her heart, amplifying release. Slowly, she drifted back to her senses.
Caleb rolled them to their side, and he gently eased out of her. His eyes searched hers, “You okay?” he asked her.
“Yes, no, I don’t know. I do know why they call it the little death. I feel like I’ve died, and come back a changed person,” she told him, as her body slowly settled down, the same, but different. “That was amazing,” she told him.
“Right back at you,” Caleb told her, as he kissed her gently, going from the demanding lover, to whom she was addicted, to a gentle, caring man that she loved more than she even knew how to explain, to him or even to herself. Looking into his eyes, as her fingers traced the features of his face, she heard herself whisper, “I love you,” her fingers stopping him from saying anything until she had finished. “I never understood that statement before. Gods, that doesn’t make any sense, I’ve said it before, lots. It gets used too causally. I love my parents, my sisters and cousins, but this is different, saying those words to you means so much more. I feel you within in me, and I know that if anything were ...” This time Caleb stopped her.
“Kevan Cameron, I have never felt for anyone the way I feel about you. I’ve been alive for so long, and thought I would never be overwhelmed, and then you ran into my life, and did just that. Age leaves a person arrogant about what is left to experience, and having you with me is humbling, because I didn’t know what was missing in my life until you were there. I feel the same awe the same way you do, and that’s amazing.” He paused, stroking her hair, as he watched an entire spectrum of emotion flash through her expressive eyes. “What’s wrong?” he wanted to know, as she burrowed into his strong arms, wishing she could lose herself in them, rather than tell him about the sudden feelings that were settling over her.
“Nothing,” she avoided.
Caleb pulled back so he could look into her eyes. “Don’t tell me nothing, Kevan, I can see it in your face, something is wrong. We can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what it is.”
“Caleb,” she stopped, knowing that she had to tell him, but not ready to let go of this feeling of closeness that they were enjoying.
“Kevan, it’ll get better when you tell me, because then we can deal with it together. Everything is better when we deal with it together. I promise.”
“I know Caleb. I just don’t want to make what just happened less than what it is,” she told him. “I needed you.”
“I’m always glad to be needed, especially that way,” Caleb laughed, “Nothing can make what we do together less than what it is, it’s just not possible. So please, tell me what is bothering you?”
“Do you ever wonder what our lives would be like if we ever get the chance to be normal?” she questioned, not really expecting an answer.
“We don’t do normal,” Caleb informed her. “You do realize that, right, Kevan?”
“Well, as normal as we can then, with no worrying about a crazy man or some nutso demon coming after us, because of a stupid book,” she told him.
“They can’t change anything, if we don’t let them. This is our lives. It could be worse, considering that our friends and family will likely always be crazy too,” Caleb winked
Kevan looked into his eyes. “I just want you to promise me that we’ll always take time for each other.”
“Kevan, I promise. Now tell me, what’s bothering you?” he asked her, as he wrapped her in his arms.
“Something big is coming, Caleb. I don’t know what, I just know that something is, and we’re all in danger.” A sob of fear escaped her, as she buried her face in Caleb’s chest. “I wish I knew more, but it’s something that we can’t stop, and that scares me more, because I know it will change everything,” she told him.
“Then we’ll deal with it together. No matter what, just trust me.” Caleb hugged his bundle of worry.
“I do trust you, Caleb,” she told him, closing her eyes, slipping into a much needed sleep. Caleb watched the lines of worry on her face relax. He used his fingers to gently ease the others, trying to give her a chance at a worry free sleep.