The Seers

by Julianna Scott

  “And you know where it is?” Jocelyn asked. “Would you be able to take us there?”

  “Of course. It’s outside of Durrow, not terribly far from here. My parents often let it out during the spring and summer, but it ought to be vacant now.”

  Cormac rubbed his hands together happily. “Brilliant.”

  “When would you like to go?” Bastian asked.

  “As we are clearly not the only ones interested in all this, the sooner the better. Our Walker arrives tomorrow morning, so any time after would be fine. Also, if what you said is true and Doyle, McGary, and the rest of the informants are watching us, we will have to be more cautious. No one can know anything about this,” he said to the group, though I didn’t miss – or appreciate – the pointed glance he shot my way at the end. “I realize that we need to tell Brassal and Alva as it is their property, but if there is–”

  “No we don’t,” Bastian stopped him, his brow lowering slightly the way it always seemed to when the subject of his parents entered the conversation. “Telling them we wished to visit would do nothing but raise questions that we are not prepared to answer. As their son, I am inviting you all to the cottage as my guests. Nothing more is needed.”

  Jocelyn didn’t look thrilled, but he nodded. “All right. Though I take it this also means you do not intend to tell them you are assisting us?”

  “No.”

  “I am willing to respect the fact that you are an adult and capable of making your own decisions, but I must say that I am not entirely comfortable making an arrangement of this nature with you behind the backs of your parents. Particularly when I know they would not approve.”

  Bastian’s brow darkened. “With all due respect, there is little they do approve of. I understand that my joining with you on this project may put you in an uncomfortable situation, but I’m afraid I must insist that my parents, or anyone else for that matter, not find out that I am involved. My security, and more importantly that of my brother, rests on my position within the Bhunaidh which would be damaged beyond repair if I were to be in any way connected to investigations into Darragh.”

  “Then I suppose it’s fortunate,” Jocelyn said, “that as a competent and legal adult, your decisions are your own, and I have no business interfering.”

  Bastian’s shoulders visibly relaxed. “Thank you,” he said sincerely.

  After a few more minutes of logistical discussion including the decision to tell Mr Anderson to meet us at the cottage with Chloe the following day instead of coming all the way to the manor and risk being seen by the wrong people, Bastian commented that we had all been missing from our respective events for far too long and should get back before anyone took notice. He left to make a belated appearance at the youth reception while Jocelyn, Cormac, and Alex were late to play cards and have drinks with the other men in one of the upper lounges. Having no intention of going back to the reception I’d run away from earlier, I made an excuse about being tired and asked if I could just go back to my room and go to bed. Thankfully, Jocelyn agreed without giving me any grief and I turned to go, but stopped as Alex spoke up for what may have been the first time that evening.

  “I’ll walk her back so she isn’t seen skipping the social,” he said, with a weird severity to his tone I could tell he was trying to hide.

  “Not a bad idea,” Cormac said.

  Jocelyn nodded his agreement. “We’ll be in the north lounge,” he told Alex as he followed Cormac up the staircase.

  “I’ll be there in a minute,” Alex said, and we stepped off down the hallway together.

  I eyed him suspiciously as we made our way toward the main hallway, trying to figure out what was going on. As soon as we rounded the corner and I saw that there was no one nearby to overhear, I opened my mouth to ask what was up. But as it happened, he beat me to the punch. “OK, what the hell is going on?”

  “What?” I asked, taken aback. I had never seen him that irritated before. “What’s the matter?”

  “What’s the matter?” He eyed me like I’d lost it. “Seriously? Bastian, Becca, that’s what’s the matter! Not eight hours ago we were hiding in a hallway, following him around like a couple of second-rate spies, all because you were convinced he was the root of all evil, and now all of a sudden not only do you bring him in to join us, but you are vouching for him to Jocelyn? What happened?”

  “Right,” I grimaced, starting to walk again. “Sorry, I should have caught you up. You’re right, this morning I did think he was evil, and trust me after you left it got a while lot worse before it got better, but it turns out that I might have been wrong… about some stuff, anyway. Though,” I raised my chin, “I was right about him being the one who went to school with me, just… you know… for the record.” The cock of his eyebrows told me he was not amused so I pressed on. “Anyway, yes, this morning I was convinced he was up to no good, but we talked tonight and it turns out that we actually have a lot in common.”

  “You were talking? Where, at the reception? Did anyone hear you?”

  “No, no we were alone.”

  He blinked. “Alone?”

  “He,” I paused with a wince, knowing I was going to get in trouble for this one, “he kind of saved me earlier. See, I left the reception because of this bitchy chick – long story – anyway, I was hiding out in a hall and Bastian came sneaking down it acting all shady and whatnot, so I… kind of… followed him.”

  “Becca!”

  “I know, I know, I shouldn’t have gone without you, but you weren’t there, and he was snooping around, and I was already in a bad mood… Anyway, it turned out that Bastian was actually sneaking around to spy on Doyle and McGary who almost caught me, but Bastian was able to grab me and port us both to his room before they saw us. Then we started talking, and I realized that I may have been wrong about him – not about what he was doing, but why he was doing it.”

  He eyed me sideways. “Is that supposed to make it OK? The fact that not only did you nearly get caught eavesdropping on two of Darragh’s spies, but then you and Bastian had some quality alone time in his bedroom? Oh yeah, I feel much better…”

  “Oh, come on,” I rolled my eyes, “you know it wasn’t that kind of ‘alone time.’” As we reached my door I took his arm and turned him to face me, taking both his hands in mine. “Hey, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone snooping without you.”

  “No, you shouldn’t have.”

  “I’m sorry,” I said again.

  “And?” he prompted lifting an eyebrow.

  “And… I love you?” I smiled innocently, not sure what he was after.

  “And,” he said, sternly though with the slightest trace of a grin, “you won’t do it again. And,” he added, quickly putting a finger on my lips before I could speak, “you are going to mean it when you say it this time.”

  “I weant it wast wime!” I mumbled against his finger.

  “Obviously it slipped your mind,” he glared with a grin, freeing my lips.

  I sighed. “I know. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, I swear.”

  He nodded, satisfied. “And I love you too,” he said, pulling me in and kissing me sweetly.

  I mmphed softly as the kiss ended, the fuzzy feeling in my stomach brushing away all the remnants of the thousand and one unpleasant emotions that had come at me over the past few hours and replacing them all with a warm and drowsy calm. I looked up expecting to find Alex back to normal as well, but something about him still seemed a little off.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked, wrapping my hands around his waist and joining my hands together behind his back.

  He hesitated a breath before answering. “So this Bastian, you really believe we can trust him?”

  “Much as I hate being wrong,” I said, “yeah, I do. He’s actually not such a bad guy, and it really does seem like he’s going to be able to help us. Even if he is occasionally annoying,” I added more to myself. Alex nodded but didn’t seem convinced – if anything he may have seemed wors
e. “It will be fine,” I tried again, willing him to believe me, “trust me.”

  “I do,” he said with a bit more gravity than I would have expected.

  “You know,” I said coyly, trying to lighten the mood, “Jocelyn and Cormac are in the lounge…” I left my thought hanging as I slid my hands around his sides and up his chest letting them finish my not-so-subtle hint for me.

  Alex smiled, pulling me closer. “They are, but they are also expecting me.”

  “Right.” Damn… “You couldn’t come up with an excuse?”

  “If I did, do you really think Jocelyn would buy it after what happened last night?”

  “No,” I grumbled, deflated. “This isn’t working out as well as I thought it would.”

  “No, definitely not,” he agreed, rubbing my upper arms. “But don’t worry, we still have plenty of time.”

  “Yeah.” Though it was starting to look as if the likelihood of this actually happening was shrinking by the day…

  He took my face in his hands and kissed me once more, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “Goodnight, Leannán,” he breathed against my mouth sending a fire ripping though me that made me wish with all my might that everyone else on earth could find a way to just disappear for the next few hours.

  But of course they didn’t, so of course he had to go, and yet again I was left to crawl under the covers wishing my enormous bed didn’t feel so empty.

  CHAPTER 18

  The fog hadn’t even lifted the following morning before Jocelyn, Alex, and I pulled up to the Bloch family cottage in County Offlay. Cormac had stayed behind to keep up appearances, and Bastian had made his own way separately to ward off suspicion, so it had just been the three of us on what had turned out to be a peaceful morning drive. Jocelyn and Alex had ridden up front listening to the radio and talking idly about a few of the men they’d seen at the card games the night before, while I spent the trip stretched out across the backseat, enjoying the loud hum of the engine as it tried to lull me to sleep. But relaxing as the ride might have been, the moment I saw the white St Brigid’s van waiting for us in front of the cottage, I knew the peace and quiet was over.

  “Becca!” Chloe squealed, running up and throwing her arms around me the moment I stepped out of the car. “I missed you so much!”

  “It’s been two days, Chloe,” I laughed, hugging her back, not wanting to admit out loud how much I’d missed her too.

  “I know, I’m just so excited! I can’t even tell you how happy I was when Mr Anderson told me!” she beamed, starting to ramble. “It wasn’t even difficult to wake up so early this morning, which you know I usually hate, but I was so excited I didn’t mind at all, I was even awake before my alarm sounded, which never happens! I only hope I brought the right clothes with me, I was worrying over it the entire drive out, but you can tell me what to wear since you’ve been here a while and have seen what they’ve been wearing, I mean I know I won’t really get to meet anyone so it really doesn’t matter, but still…”

  “Take a breath, hon,” I laughed, as I wriggled out of the death grip her arms held around my neck.

  Alex cleared his throat deliberately from just behind us where he stood leaning against the car. “Why hello, Alex,” he said with a wry smile, beginning a mock conversation with himself. “Good morning Chloe. It’s nice to see you. Good to see you too…”

  “Hi Alex!” Chloe giggled. “Missed you too!”

  “Yeah,” he chuckled. “I can see that.”

  “No, I have! I’ve missed you all; Lorcan has been so boring these past few days! But you’ve been having fun, right? Is Adare amazing? Oh my gosh, what are your rooms like? I bet you’ve met loads of people! How was the gala?”

  “We can get to all that on the way back, I promise,” I grinned, “but for now, you’ve got work to do.”

  Chloe’s eyes opened wider as a whole new sort of excitement lit them. “Do you really need me to time walk for you? Is that honestly why I’m here, so I can help?”

  “Something like that,” Jocelyn cut in, “though you won’t be walking so much as lending your ability to us and teaching.”

  Lending? Teaching? “Whoa,” I said, getting a strange feeling I knew where this was headed. “What do you mean?”

  “Chloe is here so she can instruct you on how to use her ability,” he looked at me calmly, “so that you can get us what we need.”

  My stomach dropped along with my jaw. “Wait, I have to do this? You can’t be serious! We can’t trust something this important to me; I’ve never time walked before! I thought I was just going to feed her ability like I did for you.”

  Jocelyn shook his head. “She won’t be able to handle that kind of power. It’s no insult to you, dear,” he said turning to Chloe, “even I had trouble controlling it. It wouldn’t be safe.”

  “Don’t worry, it’s easy,” Chloe glowed, obviously just happy to be of service. “I can teach you. It will be fun!”

  I smiled and nodded, but from the corner of my eye I locked glances with Alex for just a fraction of a second, which was all it took.

  “Chloe, while we’re waiting, let’s get your stuff moved into the car.”

  “OK,” she said happily, leading him over to the van.

  “Thank you,” I mouthed.

  He winked quickly before following Chloe, allowing me to slip over to Jocelyn and pull him aside without her noticing.

  “What is going on here?” I whispered to him as we stepped off to the side. “I know she isn’t exactly the strongest Walker out there, but this wasn’t the plan.”

  “This was the plan.”

  “You never said that!”

  “I didn’t want you to worry,” he said, still annoyingly calm, “or worse, find a Walker within the Bhunaidh and attempt to practice before we got here.”

  “I wouldn’t have done that!” I totally would have done that.

  “Well, I apologize, but I wasn’t willing to risk it. The fact is, we need a powerful Walker we trust. Chloe is more than trustworthy, but she lacks the strength we need. You have both.”

  Not sure whether I should be flattered he had so much faith in my abilities, or insulted that he kept the plan from me to begin with, I moved on to the big issue which he was clearly overlooking. “Thanks for the vote of confidence and all, but what exactly do you expect me to do? If I assume the Walking ability from her, then I can only be as strong as she is, and if you don’t think she could do it on her own, why would I be… any… different…” I tapered as the answer occurred to me and I looked to find confirmation written on his face. Of course, I should have realized – I was different. Sure, what I’d said was true; I was only ever as powerful in any ability as the person I assumed it from. However, there was one substantial exception to that rule that I hadn’t considered until right then. “The Iris.”

  Jocelyn nodded. “I asked Mr Anderson to bring it with him. With that, you will have the power of a full Time Walker and then some.”

  “That might be true in theory, but you seem to be forgetting that I have no idea how to use the thing!”

  “You’ve used it before.”

  “Oh yeah, and that turned out great…” Ciaran’s secrets or no, I wasn’t in the mood for yet another near-death experience.

  “The only times it has harmed you were when you were not wearing your scaith, and…” he gestured to the large emerald charm hanging against my chest, “you are. You will need to learn to use the Iris eventually, and there is no reason we can’t start today.”

  “Nothing like a little on the job training…” I mumbled, not at all loving this idea.

  “Besides,” Jocelyn said, leading us back over toward the others, “a Time Walker is the perfect ability to learn with. It is a subtle power and is entirely enclosed to the user. You are the only one who will be able to see or hear any of the effects from the walking, which means there is no chance of injuring anyone if something goes wrong.”

  “Even Chloe?”

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p; “Not even Chloe. But if it would make you feel better, I will monitor her while you are walking, to be safe.”

  I’m not sure that “better” was really the word, but it did make me feel at least a little less like a potential wrecking ball, so I nodded.

  “Where’s the Bloch lad?” Anderson asked as we joined him by the van. “Didn’t he come out with you?”

  “He drove separately and had to stop by the housekeeper’s home in Durrow for the key, but he should be along shortly.”

  “He’s here,” I corrected, turning to look down the road in the direction of the approaching ability I felt.

  “You’re sure it’s him?” Anderson asked.

  “Unless there is another Porter who followed us out here, then yes.” Though given the interest in Ciaran, I guess nothing was impossible.

  But thankfully it was him, and a moment later he was stepping out of a ridiculously cool black sports car, tucking his sunglasses into the inner pocket of his jacket like some slow-motion shot out of an action movie. But that ever, I was not about to let myself be impressed by this guy.

  But God damn, that was a cool car…

  “Gentlemen,” Bastian said, nodding to Jocelyn and Alex as he approached.

  “Any trouble?” Jocelyn asked.

  “Not at all,” he said, pulling a key ring out of his pocket. “I was able to get away this morning without anyone realizing, and I told the housekeeper that my mother was in need of a few books from the office here. All’s well.”

  “Good. Bastian,” Jocelyn motioned to Mr Anderson, “this is Christopher Anderson, another of our associates.”

  Mr Anderson took Bastian’s hand and shook it heartily. “Good to meet you, lad.”

  “Pleasure,” Bastian smiled.

  “He was kind enough to bring us our Walker,” Jocelyn said as he turned to Chloe, “Miss Chloe Quinn. Chloe, this is Mr Bastian Bloch. His family owns this property.”