Chapter Seventeen
The rest of our meal was fairly subdued, and afterward we said our goodbyes and departed in our respective vehicles, Callista and Raphael making a far better show in his sporty red BMW convertible than I did in my older Honda. Gideon didn’t seem to notice the disparity, though, only got in the back seat and waited for me to join him.
“Do you want to tell me what happened in there?” he asked quietly as the car pulled out of the parking lot and headed toward home.
“Nothing happened,” I said.
His raised eyebrow was eloquent, and I let out a little sigh.
“I don’t know what it was. Like the creek was talking to me, but once again, I couldn’t understand what it was trying to say. And it was as if I could see the power in it, like bright sparkles of light dancing all along
