Chapter 16
I grabbed my cellphone and started to send a text to Crowley. Deleting that, I sent it instead to Alistair.
SB: Protectors of Paranormal Artifacts. Ever heard of this? Any links to what we found in Venice?
I knew I should be discussing this with Crowley, but I needed to connect with something familiar right then. Setting the phone back on my nightstand, I sought comfort from my pendant again. The metal felt cool against my now clammy fingers. The realization my life had been built around secrets others had kept from me hit hard. They’d done this to protect me, perhaps, but the fact didn’t irk me any less.
If I’d known these things from the onset, my life might have been different. But I doubted I could have stopped my parents from going away for work so many times, leaving m
