Page 39 of Wild Fire

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  Big Plans

  Two hours later I was walking to my room. The events of the evening were still on my mind. Each of them had met their parents for the first time. It was nice, yet scary. I mean these beings had not been in their children’s lives at any point. Now everything was more complete. Helen was officially balanced, I had heard her laughing in the hallway as I had walked by on my way upstairs. Rose and Mona were still in the study talking. I couldn’t believe that Mona had a child, hell I was still grasping that she was a demon. I figured this had to be some violation of Celestial Law with my parents dragging the others into our happy family. If the Creators didn’t know about them then they sure as hell knew about them now.

  My parents had hugged me tightly and told me they loved me before disappearing outside. I assumed they had a lot to talk about now that Mona was here. I didn’t like the fact that I was going to have to leave again. The thought of leaving behind my troops bugged me. I would do anything for Wesley though, even if it meant that I had to leave things here in order to bring him back. I opened the door to my room and jumped. Peter was standing by the window his hood pulled off his face his black eyes staring, and as usual his lips remained sewn shut.

  “So you did get my message?” I smiled.

  Yes. Of course I came. I told you to call me anytime. The voice in my head had a hint of wit in it. I wondered if all the time he was spending amongst us was giving him a sense of humor.

  “Have you seen him?” I asked taking a seat on my bed. I had a feeling he was not going to do much more than just stand by my open window.

  I see him often. Who do you think managed to mail the pictures to you? Peter asked.

  “Well I was hoping it was you, but I figured you would come and see me.” I pulled my ponytail loose and fingered my hair, taking a second to fix my bangs.

  The letter was one thing to travel with. To travel through space with enchanted images is quite a bit different. Peter spoke as if this was something that I should already know.

  “Do you know about the meeting?” I raised an eyebrow.

  I know there was one. However I do not know the circumstances. I have a feeling I will be hearing of it soon enough as I heard a voice calling to me hours ago. You were first though so I came to you.

  “That was nice of you. I do think though what they want of you could be a bit more important.” I shook my head. “I just needed to know that he was ok.”

  He’s not exactly ok but he lives. Peter’s eyes looked at me and for a second I thought that I saw some emotion. Maybe he was learning some tricks being around us these last few weeks.

  “Then I shall let you get to your next stop.” I stretched out my legs ready to fall asleep.

  Do you have any news to share with him? Peter asked.

  “Tell him I miss him.” I said realizing I couldn’t share any information about what was going to happen.

  Peter left me with a nod. I shut out my lights and laid back down on my bed, I was asleep only moments later. The darkness welcomed me like an old friend. I drifted off and it swallowed me whole.
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