Chapter 22
Jack was heading to the front door when the doorbell rang, making him jump. Brinley? Here? His heart quickened with a mixture of excitement and panic. They hadn’t spoken for two days, a good thing because he was in no fit state. For the first night, he’d turned to the bottle. The following morning, he lost time nursing a hangover.
And then spent the rest of the day feeling sorry for himself and not because of the pain in his head. All that time, he kept waiting for Brinley to call, to drop by, praying he wouldn’t, filled with resentment when it appeared someone apparently answered his prayers.
His Gift, and he had always carried it. If Matthias, or Brinley, helped him bring the Gift alive, what form would his power take? The not knowing more than anything else scared Jack
