Sixteen
Food and a nap refreshed both my body and my mood. I sat up and looked around the small room. J.T. slept soundly on the bed beside me. Desmond sat at the tiny desk shoved in the far corner beneath one of the two exterior windows, pouring over the genealogy.
“Find anything new?” I asked and hovered over his left shoulder.
“No. Yet, even I can feel the magic in this. It’s ancient. Older than anything I’ve ever experienced, but I don’t see anything when I touch it, even though we’re both descended from the same ancestors.” He traced his family line back up to Eleanor Pruitt.
“I think maybe the message, or whatever it is, was meant specifically for me,” I said.
Des nodded, a somber look on his face. “That’s what I figured too. I just hoped that for once, being a part of this blood
