Page 28 of Wolf's Fate

My arms dropped to my side. “You know I’m joking, right?”

“Yes!” Lily picked the book up, turning it over in her hands. “So, what d’ya think? The visions, the sense of knowing, that kinda fits, right?”

“I guess.” I shifted my attention to my sock drawer.

“Weird that it’s just Caleb.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Do you think he sees you?”

The question was one I’d asked myself. “No.”

“Then how did he know it was you?” Lily leaned back on her elbows, getting comfy on my unmade bed as she asked the question I asked myself…a lot. “How did he know you were his girl?”

“Misleading,” I protested weakly.

“Meh.” She was wearing that look, the one she got whenever she was plotting or piecing together a puzzle. Or worse…a theory. Her brow furrowed in concentration, her lips pressing together to form a line, and I could practically hear her thinking. “Okay, I accept it. You’re psychic.”

“Hadn’t we established that with the wholeread my palm?”

“A test,” she quipped. “You failed.” Grinning at me, she sat up. “You keep having the visions, and they’re too specific to be just random dreams, and of course, they have your recurring Hotcakes in them.” She turned pensive. “And you maybe know more things about Caleb than you should…so, yup. Psychic.”

I let out a shaky laugh. “Or we’re just reaching.”

“What would you call it? Premonitions? Gut feelings? The book”—she tapped the cover—“says that happens.” Lily sighed dramatically once more. “You’re the one who went and got the books!”

“I know.” I saw her face. “Iknow,but maybe I’m not ready to shout it out.”

She gave a half shrug. “Okay, fine, you’re probably not Matt Fraser but there’s definitely something. You need to get in contact with Caleb.”

If only you knew how much I was trying to.

“I don’t know where he is.”

“Um…” She tapped the side of her head. “I think you do.” She gave me a pointed look. “I get it, I do, you’re really reserved and this is way out there, even for me, but there’s something between you, right?”

I didn’t expect such a simple question to make me feel as emotional as I did. Therewassomething between us, and I knew it was more than either of us was admitting. The more I saw of him in my dreams, the tighter I felt the link between us grow.

“Perhaps.” My whisper was barely audible.

She looked at me with sympathy. “You’re in this together. Neither you nor he can keep brushing this off. You need to find him and talk.”

“He left, he doesn’t want to be found, and I don’t even know where to start looking.” I sat down beside her on the bed, and she reached over to place her hand on mine.

“Then we start with what we know and work from there.”

I side-eyed her. “You’re making it a project, aren’t you?”

“Ilovea good project,” she exclaimed with a gleeful squeal.

“Whoa, boy.” Pushing myself off the bed, I left her to it as I went to the kitchen for some water.

Shaking my head as she shouted out not to be shy to share the lottery numbers, I opened the fridge to get the water. I couldn’t help but pause as I reached for the bottles. Something was happening to me, and I needed to face it.

Facehim.

I knew it and so did Lily, and she didn’t even know the whole picture. Surely, Caleb would be easier to convince if I could talk to him?

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