28HomecomingI can’t hear. I can’t speak.
Vanessa wasn’t convinced I am the one who could open the veil. She needed proof. So she orchestrated a perfect test. Now she’s sure. So is Asher, and he’s coming. I can feel it. My heart pounds. My mouth shrivels.
The spectators descend the hill in a messy line. My hands tingle at my sides. Any of them could be Asher. Or Vanessa. I search my surroundings with new awareness. One of the people descending the hill catches my eye. It’s the affect she has on the others I recognize first, humans sensing her presence as she approaches from behind, and stepping, with the smallest nod from her, stepping aside to yield the better path. Reese.
Reese tilts down her sunglasses and sweeps her yellow eyes across the beach, changing course the moment she catches
