“Nonny,” Nick repeated, with an uncertain smile. He glanced across at me and I could see the pain in his eyes. “I don't know what the hell I'm going to do if we don't get them back, Charlotte. What in Christ's name can I tell Katie, if her family gets killed?”
I put a reassuring hand on Nick's shoulder. “We'll get them back, Nick. We're going to bring them home.”
Chapter 39: PlansI was sitting on the carpet in Conal's apartment, cross-legged with my hands resting lightly on my knees. This meditative posture helped me to relax and speak to the spirits and as the days passed, I was spending more and more time like this, gleaning what information I could.
There was only a week left; seven days before I would turn twenty one and I was growing increasingly frustrated with our lack of progres
