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“Drake?” Riley said.
And my power found him again, this time in Coldharbour, in a hotel near the train station, and also about half a mile down this road. Waiting.
What. The. Fuck. How could he be in four different places at once?
“S—”
Before I could tell Jake to stop, blue light engulfed the car.
Chapter 13
RILEY
Ifloated inside a blue world, my dad bobbing before me in his blue human form.
“What’s going on?” Every word echoed around me.
“Fuck,” Isaac breathed on my left.
My head snapped around, my chest tight with surprise. “You’re here too?”
“Apparently so.” He directed angry eyes at the blue figure. “Who are you?”
“Moon. My son. Sun… Sun my son.”
Isaac’s mouth dropped open. He made a strangled sound, his eyes widening, no more anger on his face.
“Sun and Moon. Mine. Moon mine. Moon is path. Moon is key.” The figure dipped his head.
Pain shot across my forehead, followed by more confusion.
Dad wasn’t here, but in Vermont. So, who was this? Our real dad taking on the form of Daniel Croft? Why? It made no sense.
“Riley…” he said. “Isaac…” He spoke with such a clipped tone, his voice like gravel. “Sons. Sons. Sons. Must have… Must have Moon…”
“Who…” Isaac tried, his voice strained. “Who are you really?”
“Dad,” the figure answered. “I am Dad.”
My brother looked to me, a ghostly sheen passing over his complexion. “Dad?”‘
The blue world swirled around us, part of it opening into a circular window.
“See… See…” Possible Dad said.
We floated forward together, peering through the window, looking out across a beautiful vista of green. A meadow, peppered with daises, the grass gleaming like emeralds under the brilliant sun.
“What a beautiful day,” a woman said.
She appeared first, then the red picnic blanket she sat on cross-legged, wearing a flowy yellow sun dress, the golden hues of her skin reminding me of Isaac.
Her wavy hair, tied up in a yellow ribbon, was also similar to his in color. Pale blue eyes sparkled in her face as she gazed upon a man lying on his side, propped up on his elbow.
He was dark haired, his skin as pale as mine. Blue-eyed too, the color closer to mine and Isaac’s. He was so handsome, his jaw chiseled, dusted with stubble, dressed in white shorts and a pastel pink polo shirt. As starry eyed as the woman.
Dad. He always wore colorful clothes. I got my fashion sense from him.
“The sun’s got nothing onThe Sun,”he said, plucking a grape from the bounty of food spread across the blanket.
