Page 82 of Kick the Candle (Knight Games 2)
"Soleil." I smiled, and she hugged me hello. "So you two are dating, huh?"
She glanced at the floor and a slight golden glow heated the air around her. "What can I say? He gives me the moon."
Silas turned toward her, and his pupils dilated to the size of plates. Wow. There were some serious feelings going on there.
"And you give me the sun, darling."
Next to me, Logan cleared his throat.
"Oh, ah, these are my friends, Silas and Soleil," I stated awkwardly. "This is Logan." Logan extended his hand to greet the two.
"The guest of honor! Of course we know Logan," Silas said.
"Good to see you again Detective Flynn," Logan said. "And nice to meet you, Soleil."
"You know each other?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at Silas.
"I covered a break in at Valentine's a few weeks ago."
"Oh." I nodded a few times, wondering why Silas would have gotten involved, unless they suspected a supernatural. It was the wrong time and place to ask.
Silas fixated on our coupled hands. "How do you know Logan?"
"He's my, er, friend. We're just friends...who need to talk." The awkward aftermath was my cue to move things along. I said my goodbyes and followed Logan into a small room near the back housing a desk laden with stacks of paperwork. He closed the door behind us, and I smoothed my green dress.
"You look beautiful," Logan said, eyeing me from head to toe. "The green brings out your eyes."
"Thank you," I said. Maybe I should have worn pants.
"Now what's this about your house?"
I told him and my theory that it had something to do with the Book of Flesh and Bone. "Have you seen your mom again?" I asked.
"No, just that one time. But..."
"But what?"
"I've been having these dreams."
"What kind of dreams?" Deja vu. If he said he'd had a sex dream about Rick, I was going to scream.
"There's this woman. I never see her face because she's always in the shadows. She says if I help her find what she's looking for, she'll reward me."
My eyebrows eased down my forehead and squinched over my nose. "What does she want you to find?"
"That's just it. I never find out. The woman motions for me to approach, like she's going to whisper something in my ear, and before I can get close enough to hear her, my mother pops up."
"Your mother? Your dead mother?"
"Yeah. She pops up between me and this woman, just like in my living room, and tells me to find you."
"Wait. You're mother is sending you messages in your dreams to find me?"
"Apparently."
"So what does she say you're supposed to do when you find me?"
"She doesn't. But I have a theory."
