{"id":2893,"date":"2016-06-17T00:00:49","date_gmt":"2016-06-17T04:00:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=2893"},"modified":"2016-06-16T21:49:48","modified_gmt":"2016-06-17T01:49:48","slug":"thirty-four-04-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=2893","title":{"rendered":"Thirty-four – 04"},"content":{"rendered":"

[This post is from Gray Miller’s point of view.]<\/em><\/p>\n

He\u2019d gone a dozen steps beyond the corridor\u2019s exit before he ran into Phelan, whose nose was stuck in a book. Somehow, Gray found that to be a surprising sight\u2014Phelan wandering around with a book in hand. Phelan just didn\u2019t seem to be the bookish type based on Gray\u2019s impression of him, though he\u2019d be the first to admit that he might be wrong about that.<\/p>\n

\u201cCan I talk to you?\u201d<\/p>\n

Phelan jumped, blinking and startled, then smiled sheepishly. \u201cSorry. Guess I was a little more engrossed in this than I thought I was.\u201d He tucked a scrap of paper into the book to mark his place before shutting it and tucking it under his arm. \u201cWhat\u2019s up?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s about your sister.\u201d<\/p>\n

Phelan\u2019s smile became a little forced, a little strained. \u201cIf you\u2019re asking for her hand, you should probably\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Gray choked, shaking his head. \u201cNo, no, nothing like that.\u201d Not yet, anyway, but maybe someday. Maybe next time we visit.<\/em><\/p>\n

If there\u2019s a next time.<\/em><\/p>\n

He took a slow, deep breath. \u201cHow do we stop her from going after the Hecate?\u201d<\/p>\n

Blood drained from Phelan\u2019s face and he abruptly looked ancient and very, very tired. \u201cI wish I had an answer to that riddle,\u201d he said quietly. \u201cNone of us seem to. We\u2019ve been trying to find one.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you anywhere close?\u201d Gray asked, feeling his throat tighten and his stomach sour.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 If her brother doesn\u2019t have any answers, what kind of chance do I have?<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cDamned if I know,\u201d Phelan muttered. \u201cSeamus tried to pull the head of the clan card with her and she rejected it out of hand.\u201d<\/p>\n

Gray frowned. \u201cIs he?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIs he what?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHead of the\u2014the clan?\u201d The words felt awkward, but he assumed they were true based on everything he knew about Aoife and her family.<\/p>\n

\u201cAs near to as it gets,\u201d Phelan said. \u201cAt least here. He and Teague can fight it out later if Teague would care to. It\u2019s not like the crown matters here. Not anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n

Gray frowned. This is a lot more complicated than I thought.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cRight,\u201d he murmured. \u201cWell, maybe we can still use that.\u201d<\/p>\n

We\u2019ll find a way. I can\u2019t let her do this. It\u2019ll just get her killed.<\/em><\/p>\n

I can\u2019t let that happen.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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