He’s expecting a reaction, but I just sit there and wait for him to tell me whatever it is he wants me to know. This information is supposed to give us a connection, but I don’t want to talk about my parents. I’m a friend of your foster mother, and I knew your parents.” “This is Grand Wiz-” Auntie begins, but he silences her with a wave.

Maybe it is valuable if a lawyer is involved. I shiver when he slides Auntie’s beautiful carved chest with the crystal ball in it over to me. He gives me a selfconscious smile when he flings it back over his shoulder. His long braid falls over his shoulder when he sits in the other chair. “Well, say hello!” Auntie demands.Īuntie’s visitor nods as he walks past me, closes the door and ushers me in to sit at the table.

I’ve never seen cats line up like that: twenty cats, each sitting an equal distance apart. Maybe she’s just happy she was able to keep her cats, which are sitting in a row against the wall, staring at her. She’s definitely enthralled with the stranger beside her. She should be bawling her eyes out or, more accurately, screaming her head off. Lawyer, obviously.Īuntie’s treasures are the most important things in the world to her. His perfectly tailored wool suit is an expensive shade of charcoal, and his black shoes are very shiny. Just looking at the guy, it’s obvious he’s important. The dear at the end of Auntie’s statement must mean she wants to impress the tall man standing next to her. Even with a crew of twenty and heavy equipment, it should’ve taken at least a week.Īuntie steps out of the kitchen and greets me with a ridiculously wide grin. It’s impossible to remove everything from this place in the few hours I’ve been gone. I numbly inspect the apartment and try to fathom how this happened. It would’ve been so nice to sit by a fire on cold nights. We have a fireplace? A sad sigh escapes my lips. I remember the table being a lot bigger, so I must have been about five the last time I saw it. There’s no furniture except for a naked table and chairs standing alone in the family room. Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / Kobo The savior that’s supposed to stop a war and prevent the invasion to Earth. Now I’m on the run with the Grim Reaper and a scary soldier. How am I supposed to save the world when I’m not strong, not brave, not smart, and not particularly good at most things? I ran away from home the day after my thirteenth birthday when Auntie and her weird friend attacked me.

The Lost Knight by Candy Atkins