“I’ve been working at a facility a couple of hours north of Anchorage for many years now.”
“A facility,” She echoed. Eon nodded.
“It’s called Beannachtai.” When he sees the blank look on her face—It’s not her fault that she only spoke English—he translated: “Blessings.”
“Why Alaska,” Maybe he hates the humidity and the heat as much as she does. Maybe she got that from him. Can preferences be hereditary?
“The cold helps keep spirits from finding you,” He answered softly. “It’s easier to keep them away from you if you are already cold it also helps keep demons at bay,”
“Why’s that,” Her ears popped as the plane climbed higher and higher.
“Think about it.”
Is this what every conversation with Eon is going to be like? Every time she had a question, he’ll turn into a teacher and try to
