Page 130 of Crystal Iris
“I met someone who tracked her name. There can’t be too many Awena Kalapuya’s around the same age.”
“She kept her maiden name?”
“Looks like it. When I couldn’t find any proof of death, I started searching for her like she was still alive. I’m still getting used to the possibility.”
I go on to tell her about my own family.
“And you haven’t looked for your father?” she asks.
“No, I don’t really care why he left. Not anymore.”
She nods. “What do you and Hoyt plan to do?” she asks, crossing her legs.
“What do you mean?”
“You live in Boston. Are you moving here?”
“Oh.”
“You had to have thought about it,” she presses.
“Not really. Everything’s been… crazy. I don’t really know where things stand with us.”
“Because you can’t… touch each other?”
I blush. “We found a… loophole.”
She eyes me with a smirk. “Then what’s the problem?”
“I’m… not ready to think that far. We’ve been taking things kind of slow.”
“Right. Love sigils aside.”
I laugh.
“You should go see Sawyer. His truck’s been parked out front for almost twenty minutes.”
She looks behind us and walks out.
Hoyt finds me in his bed, watching TV. I need a distraction. Johanna’s words are messing with my head.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, sitting down beside me.
“Fine now. Not drunk anymore.”
“Good,” he says with a smile.
“Thanks for taking Akira. It should’ve been me.”
“I don’t trust you driving, not even sober.”
I look at him. I want to explain that I’ve lived in the city my whole life—who needs a car in the city? Especially when your ex-fiancée moved around with a private chauffeur. Instead, I ask, “When were you going to tell me about the love sigil?”
“Eventually.”
“Did you mean it—giving me Mona—that way?”
“I did.”
