Dark Nebula (The Chronicles of Kerrigan)
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“What’re your plans when school ends?”
“I haven’t thought too much about graduation or anything past.” Rae let her eyes drop. That much is true at least. “There’s still four months of school left. I’ll talk to Carter and see if I can stay on as a mentor. I don’t mind going to New York for the summer, but I’m not staying. England’s my home now.”
“Good.” Devon pulled her into a one-armed hug, still favoring his injured shoulder a bit.
“Maybe I’ll look into working with the Privy Council.” Rae paused, waiting to see what his reaction might be. “Maybe I can send my resume to them.” She stepped back and looked at him.
Devon pressed his lips tight and crinkles appeared by his eyes. He nodded. “Good idea.” Rae immediately got the feeling that despite his words, Devon did not like the idea of her joining the Privy Council. Considering how she felt about him working for them, she couldn’t really blame him; except that, she had a feeling his objections were totally different from hers. Whose side is he on? Mine, or theirs? Today however, she didn’t want to deal with any of that. She just wanted to pretend a little longer.
She checked her watch and grabbed Julian’s keys off her desk. “Shoot. You’re train’s leaving at two. We gotta get going.”
Devon opened the door. “You should go to your uncle’s place for the summer. I like knowing you’re safe there. No one knows who you are in America. Plus, I can also send you the odd postcard without getting caught.”
Rae preceded him out the door. And then, I’m also out of the way—
A week later, Rae waited in a lavishly decorated lobby underneath Guilder. The balls of her feet bounced faster than the human eye could keep up with. Tapping her thumb against the arm of her chair, she checked the clock and glanced around the waiting room. Still adjusting to her new look, Rae did a double take when she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror. The day after Devon left, she had gone to a salon for a drastic makeover, having her long, curly hair chopped to just below her ears, straightened and dyed platinum blonde. The length was barely long enough to make the ponytail she had stuffed it into this morning.
“Miss Kerrigan?” the receptionist called from her desk.
Rae jumped up; all the anxiety of the past week still had her nerves on end. “Yes.” She cleared her throat.
“They’re waiting for you in the Chamber meeting room. If you go through those main doors, it’s the third set of doors on the left. You comfortable walking in on your own?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” She wiped her sweaty palms on the back of her jeans and headed through the main doors. She paused a moment, hand on the doorknob and gathered her courage. This was the job she wanted. She had known it for sure when she had left Devon at the train station. I need to find out what things my father all created. I have to stop the Kraigans and Lanfords. They exist because of me.
The Privy Council needed her. They made that clear with the salary and contract they offered, presented to her personally by a representative. This was a chance, to finally see the big picture everyone had worked so hard to keep her from seeing, to hunt down any other children of Simon Kerrigan before they came hunting for her, to be on the inside of the mystery that was the Privy Council, to see who she truly could and could not trust, and maybe to watch over Devon to an extent. It was a job that enabled her to be part of something bigger than just herself, to fight the crazies trying to make her father’s delusional megalomaniac dreams a reality, and learn more about her father, and hopefully, her entire family at the same time. How could she say no? It’s time I become a dark nebula.
She took a few deep breaths, opened the door and stepped inside. The room was the same as the picture Kraigan had used for their presentation. At the round table sat five men, including Carter. Huh—didn’t see that coming.
Raising an eyebrow, she looked directly at him.
Carter smiled and ran a hand through his perfect hair. “I’d like to introduce you to my council.”
“Your council?” The words were out before she could stop herself.
The gentleman to the right of the headmaster, scowling at her outburst, spoke. “His council. He’s President Carter, head of the Privy Council.”
The president grinned at Rae. He spoke, his tenor voice loud and clear, “Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life, Miss Kerrigan.”
THE END
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Wanita May grew up in the fruit belt of Ontario, Canada - St. Catharines. Crazy- happy childhood, she always has a vivid imagination and loads of energy.
She attended the University of Tornoto, and Kansas State University winning CIAU's and becoming All-American 6x-NCAA Indoors Runner Up.
In 2009, Wanita began her writing career with her debut novel Rae of Hope.
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