See How She Fights (The Chronicles of Izzy #2)(18)
“Whoa, guy. Slow down. I need a second to catch up. The Seer from the file, I think her name was Ren. She was not very nice either. I guess if I had my eyes cut out I wouldn’t be in the best of moods. But really, it is not like I did that to her. She kept insulting my intelligence,” I said, glancing up to find Kennan growing impatient. Right, back on task. “Xavier was there at the end. I’m not sure if it is really him or not. Whatever he is now, Ren was frightened of him. She told me about being paralyzed when the runes were carved and that some foggy woman was responsible. She foresaw her death, Kennan, but knew she couldn’t do anything to stop it. How sucky is that?” I sat up, tucking the sheet around my body. It was sort of the same thing as putting clothes on. Who had time to find pants?
“So, the person responsible is a woman. There is a very real chance she is the same woman from your vision yesterday.” He started pacing the room as he mulled over the new clues.
“It feels like such a long time ago. It is hard for me to believe that it was only yesterday the world tilted again.” I threw myself back on the pillows dramatically. Life just kept getting better and better. It seemed my dreams were now to be infested by a snarky, restless spirit. I would solve this just to get rid of her. She was not nice.
I was surprised by the door suddenly flying open. A tear stained Molly sprinted straight for me.
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CHAPTER SEVEN
“What the….” Kennan twirled to protect me from the unknown menace.
Molly looked at him for a moment before moving to sit on the bed with me. Her face was drawn in misery.
I looked up at Kennan and nodded toward the door. I figured he could guard me just as well on the other side. I didn’t expect any wall-scaling ninjas to launch a full-scale attack this early in the morning. I suspected even God knew I couldn’t handle much more today.
“What is it Molly? What happened?” I wondered if her dreams were also being haunted by Ren. If that snarky spook had hurt Molly I was going to punch her sightless face next time I was in the dreaming. I ran my hand down Molly’s back trying to comfort her. I should really try and put some clothes on. If I was going to keep having visitors at night, I would need to start going to bed fully dressed. Maybe with multiple layers.
“I saw her,” Molly said through her sniffles.
“Who did you see Molly?” I wondered if she had started having visions again. Since we left the lab and she quit getting injections they had sort of died off. Now, as she approached her birthday, they seemed to be resurfacing.
“I haven’t been in the dreaming for so long. I thought at first it was just a normal dream. But then, there she was, talking to me as if everything was fine. Like she hadn’t disappeared on me and left me to fend for myself.”
Ah, so she had seen her mother. I was struck by the realization that her tears weren’t because she was sad. Molly was pissed.
“What did she say?” I asked. I was curious how any mother could just leave her child to fend for themselves. Especially Molly’s mom, who had done so much to protect her while they were at the lab. I remembered that first exam and how sweet her mother had been. Yet she also threw me to the wolves. I didn’t blame her, but she hadn’t earned my undying loyalty either.
“She talked to me like everything was fine. She said that she had seen that my place was here with you and that she needed to step aside and not interfere with my destiny. How could she just leave without telling me? I don’t understand.” The rage dripped from her every word.
“I don’t know, Molly. You know that we see things sometimes, things that can’t be changed. Perhaps she saw your destiny and knew that if she was here, things would not turn out as they should. I’m not trying to condone what she did. She could have at least said goodbye. But maybe there is more to it than we are able to see now,” I said, wrapping my arms around her and praying that the sheet would stay in place.
A hesitant knock sounded at the door.
“Come in,” I hollered as the door began to open. So much for waiting for an invitation. In walked Ian for the second time that evening. I don’t know how I had missed it before but he was clad in Superman pajamas.
“Are you well, Molly?” he asked, moving towards her. His concern carved a deep valley in his brow.
“I’ll be fine. I am just mad, is all. She didn’t even say goodbye, Ian,” she said through her sniffles. Her anger was beginning to ebb and it left her looking empty and alone. Just as I was about to throw my arms around her again Ian swept in and embraced her tightly.
“I know, my love, I know. She should have told you. I’m so sorry I’ve been such a pain. I should’ve seen how much this was bothering you,” he said, breathing in her hair and pulling her up against his body. I wondered how Molly could be so blind to the way he felt for her. It was written in his every move.
“I’m fine. Really, I just needed some girl talk,” she said, trying to pull out of his embrace unsuccessfully. “Let me go, you big buffoon.” She beat on his chest trying to get free.
“No need to get so feisty, tiny. Let’s get you back to bed before you miss your beauty sleep. No one needs to see that,” he said, tucking her under his Superman clad arms. He pulled her along beside him as if she weighed nothing. She looked at me, disgruntled, and waved before being swept out of the room.