Sunday
Lightning flashed through the room and, for a moment, the light flickered. Aislen looked up from her sketch pad in irritation. “I finally get a couple of hours to work, and the lights go on the fritz,” she complained. Rain hissed against the windows; the sky was so heavy with cloud that she couldn’t see a single star.
“Which is why I recommended that you not work on your laptop,” Heath replied from the kitchen, where he was washing the dishes from dinner. “All it takes is a tree branch falling across the power lines and the power will be out for a couple of hours.” There was a generator at the river house, his tone reminded her.
Damn it, she scowled at the page. She had agreed to go to the river house the next morning and she just knew that the Triquetra were hoping that if the s
