Page 23 of A Curse On Black Lake
She shakes her head and finishes chewing. “Not possible. Something is wrong with it. I was going to get it worked on, but then…” she trails off and her eyes get a little glassy. Eliana looks away from me, and I look down at my food, giving her a moment.
We’re quiet while we eat because we’re basically strangers, but I can feel her need to say something to me. I don’t want to get anymore involved because I have my own issues, but that pressure I felt with her earlier in the ditch feels tighter. Almost as if it has body now.
Her fork clinks on the stone plate, and she leans forward, placing both of her hands on the table. “I think I’m here to help you,” she says, like it’s a statement of fact, as if I called her to come here.
I sputter and lean away. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand. I haven’t asked for help. Are you asking for ranch hand work or something?” I ask her.
“Sure, I can help with that. But … I’m here to helpyou.He’s coming.”
My stomach immediately rolls, and a chill runs down my back. “What do you meanhe’s coming?”
Does she know something about the woman I found?
Chapter ten
Eliana
Ileanforwardclaspingmy hands on the table. The Spirits nearly screamed at me when I got a look at Killian. Something about the shape of his face, the way he was looking at me, felt familiar. Because I keep to myself, I barely remember him. I’ve probably seen him a handful of times, but didn’t think anything of it. I make a point not to talk to anyone in town.
But the way he was looking down at me while I was in that ditch was like déjà vu. He’s the man from my dream, I know it. The Spirits confirmed it when my ears started buzzing from all the activity, increasing my pounding headache.
“I don’t know who he is, but I think he’s already here, maybe even came to my house last night.”
His eyes widen, and he shifts in his seat. “Did someone try to break into your house?” he asks.
“No, but he was watching me.”
“Did you call the cops?” he asks.
“No because by the time he was gone it was too late, and I don’t think they would have believed me anyway.”
He bristles and rubs his chin. “You’re not wrong,” he mutters.
I hum. I figured as much.
“I’m sorry, why are you here to help me?” he asks.
I smile to myself because this is insane. But the Spirits have done a lot of things, including make me crazy, but they have never lied to me. And my gut, no, my wholebodyfeels drawn to him.
My hands shake as I take a deep breath. “Someone is coming, and I don’t know who, and I don’t know how, but I do know that I have to be here to help you with all of it.”
He shakes his head, struggling to absorb the information, and opens his mouth, probably to call me crazy or kick me out, but then there’s a knock at the front door.
“Thank’s for the food, but I think it’s time for you to leave. Your bike is leaning against the porch,” Killian says with a confused expression as he stands to go answer the door.
You must convince him, you must!
You won’t stand a chance without him, and he needs you!The Spirits yell.
“I can’t convince a man who has no interest in listening. It’s not like I can tell him all the details. You told me not to!” I grunt under my breath.
Gathering my shoes slowly, I listen for who is at the door.
“What now?” Killian says.
“I have more questions for you,” a man says.
“Like what? There is nothing to tell, and whatever potential evidence you think you found is a farce.”
