Page 135 of Heartsong
June Parkhurst stared at her phone, considering what to write. She didn’t want to come off as desperate or prying, but she also didn’t want to let this go quite yet.
After leaving a very dramatic voicemail on June’s phone months ago, Anna Kincaid from the museum had since called to tell her everything was just a misunderstanding. June had texted a few times after that and gotten nothing of value back.
Whatever happened, Anna had clammed up again.
And now, with her project nearly complete, soon June wouldn’t have any real reason to be at the museum.
Grumbling, June set her phone back on the kitchen island. What else was there to say? How could she ask the questions she needed to without giving too much away?
“I don’t think she’s going to talk to me.”
A considering rumble emanated from the shadows. The soft overhead light caught first on the great arching horns, then the massive swooping wings. Wide, powerful shoulders came next, and clawed hands came to rest on bulging biceps as he crossed his arms.
“I think it’s time you take me there,” said Alaric.
June sighed. She’d been putting it off because of the obvious risks, but with her only lead dried up, she had to admit, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
To be continued...