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She climbed in and scooted to the far side of the vehicle and he slid in after her, speaking another language to the driver. His tone had gone super gruff and the difference was felt all the way in the bones. “Thank you again.” She gasped, remembering. “Rosavelt’s paintings!”
Again he bark-spoke to the driver who pulled off the road then threw the vehicle in reverse. It was at that point she saw howbeautifulthe driver was! My God, whowere these people!
“Thank you,” she remembered to say. “I’ll…pay for your gas.” Holy crap, theirgas?They probably had more cash in their pocket than she had in her bank account.
“Nonsense. Charity is a gift to be accepted, not paid for.”
Charity. Heat burned her cheeks even though she knew he likely meant that in the biblical sense judging by how easily and sincerely he used it.
“Thank you, Vex.” That’s all there was at that point and she bit the bullet, accepting it. “I’m sure I’ll get the opportunity to show you the same.”
“I’m sure you will,” he encouraged, making her feel like a coddled child after a good cry.
Swamp-snakes, what had she stepped in?
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After the meeting, we have to go find the girl.
Zodak couldn’t get Seer’s words out of his head, refocusing again on the conversation taking place in his glass chamber. Little Sophie—who wasn’t little at all but to him she would always be—had understood the meaning of the coin or part of it. He tuned in when Rukem finally took the floor, the electricity inside his skin willing speed into his words. Then as he was looking at him, he heard words that didn’t match the ones leaving his mouth.Look for the little foxes that spoil the vine.
“She said EGO meant judgment?” Nidev echoed.
“Yes,” Rukem said.
“What kind?” The Marsh Leader asked.
“She said ‘The sins of EGO will burn the stage down.”
“Is this a literal stage do you know?” Nidev asked.
“She said no and yes,” Rukem answered.
“So, both,” Seer said.
Nidev turned. “You think?”
Seer gave his uncertain nod that made things certain. “Yes, I do.”
Interesting.
“As soon as we’re done here,” Seer said, “Syphon and I have business in New Orleans. I had a vision.”
All eyes turned to him.
“We’re looking for the dark one with the sky in her eyes. She will serve the Light once she is cleansed.”
“Serve how?” Syphon asked, his pulse leaping oddly.
“The dark things will become historical scrolls upon the walls of her soul. It will no longer hold her, but will serve as a dark illumination of all that we fight.”
“Like a medium?” Vex asked.
Seer shook his head. “No. A redeemed soul that bears the scars of their battles. They tell a story and line the path like guard rails of malevolence. She will still know that darkness like my father does, but she will not serve it. This is what I have seen.”
An urgency filled Syphon at his words. As if the Seer’s visions were merging with his own gifts. Were they? There was certainly a connection between them, one he could feel and partially see and yet not. Just like when he looked in Seer and saw that which he could not see.
Zodak refocused at hearing the hefty costs of expansions in the Marsh King’s swamps. “Send the exacts to King Dalk and he’ll coordinate with your people to distribute funds as needed.”
