C A I T
Embry led me down one of the dirt trails I’d seen on the drive in. She refused to answer any of my questions until we were at her place, and I was about ready to throw a rock at the back ofher head.
Roman. That was the name I’d heard the older man call the guy from Australia, but giving him a name didn’t make the situation any less weird. Something was happening, and whatever it was, it affected me. My mind was reeling with possibilities, but all of them were too wild to be true. Years of reading had done that to me.
We arrived at a small navy-blue A-frame house with large windows and a single wooden door. There was a sign above the entry that said, “Knock before noon and see what happens.” I snorted at the words because they were very much Embry.
Inside was an open floorplan.
