Chapter 48
“They found it,” I breathed.
Rhodes’s hands gripped my shoulders, turning me to face him. His whole face lit with a bright, disbelieving smile, his eyes locked onto mine. “They found it,” he echoed, his voice shaking with relief.
Tatum and Davis broke into cheers. Cami’s hands flew to her mouth, eyes wide with wonder. Rhodes whooped and wrapped his arms around me, lifting me clean off the ground and spinning us in a tight circle.
“We make a good team,” Fallon’s voice rang clear in my mind.
I grinned so hard my cheeks ached. “Don’t you forget it.”
“I don’t think I could. You look just like me.”
Rhodes and Davis clasped hands in a hard grip, yanking each other into a rough hug and thumping each other’s backs. Tatum squealed as she crushed me in a hug, wrapping her arms around my neck and rocking us side to side before darting over to squeeze Cami with the same enthusiastic embrace.
“Every time you’re mad at me, I hope you look in the mirror, just so I never leave your mind,” I teased my sister.
“Damn. I’ll seem like a conceited bitch then.”
I laughed out loud.
Cami rounded the table and gently cupped my cheeks, just as she had with Rhodes before.
She gazed down at me with an expression I struggled to name—awed, hopeful, fiercely protective.
Her smile spread wide, and even in the dim cellar her crystal-blue eyes shone with life—the same blue gleaming in Rhodes’s right eye.
“You, my dear,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she took in my crimson eyes, “you and your sister are truly a force to be reckoned with.”
“I’ve told her something similar before,” Rhodes added, tugging at the end of my braid.
The cottage door clicked shut as Davis and Tatum left for sparring lessons. Watching her toss him on his ass again and again was always worth the show, but I lingered among the bookshelves, waiting for my chance to speak with Cami.
She was mid-conversation with Rhodes, and I couldn’t help noticing how at ease he was in her presence. His smile softened, brighter somehow, as she swatted his arm, and their shared laughter filled the small space like sunlight.
When he finally uncrossed his arms and started toward me, Cami followed.
“Now you come back, my dear, and I’ll brew my finest roast,” she said, her eyes alight with warmth.
I bit my lip, nodding in thanks. Rhodes brushed past to hold the door open, but I turned back before following him out.
My fingers tangled together restlessly. “Earlier, you said I would be the one to help save your boys. Who does Shayde need saving from?”
Cami’s gaze flicked to Rhodes. He met my eyes silently before stepping outside and shutting the door to give us privacy.
Cami reached for my hands, steadying them in her own. “Shayde wasn’t touched by the Seer or bound by some ancient curse,” she said softly. “But he’s in danger of losing himself all the same. And that’s where you come in. I need your help saving him… from himself.”