Page 40 of Destined Dawn
“It’s too dangerous,” Tristan says.
“It’s not,” I say. “Your dad and everyone else thinks I’m out here and the last place they’ll expect me to turn up is at the Albany Convent. We can sneak in, search for that prophecy and then leave.”
Everyone starts telling me how stupid this plan is. Everyone but Stone.
“Rhi’s right,” he says, which is a sentence I never expected to hear fall from Professor Stone’s mouth. “We need to see that prophecy. We need to understand what it really says. All we have is second-hand garbled bullshit. We need the truth.”
His best friend considers him. “You truly believe it will help?”
“Those prophecies aren’t some two-bit fortune-telling hack crap, Azlan. Over the centuries, they’ve been proven to be accurate. If there is one about Rhianna, we need to see it.”
“Okay, then,” Azlan says. “Stone and I will head to the convent. The rest of you will go to the Mulhony caves and we’ll meet you there.”
I shake my head vehemently. “We’re stronger together and we’re not splitting up again. Ever. Winnie and Trent will go to the Mulhony caves. The rest of us are going to the convent.”
“You think I’m going to agree to being left behind?” Winnie says.
“Winnie,” I say, “this is my battle – our battle,” I add, pointing to my mates, “not yours. You’ve already done enough. Go to the caves with Trent and wait for us there.” She shakes her head as adamantly as I had done. “Winnie, we need your brains and Trent’s expertise intact. Please.”
Winnie glances at her boyfriend, then caves. “Okay, but only if you promise to take one of these,” she presses one of the radios Trent was building yesterday into my hands, “so we can keep in contact. Plus, you’d better come back and–”
“We will,” I say firmly.
“This is all good and well,” Spencer says, lookinganxiously towards the door, “except, how are we getting out of here?”
My shoulders slump.
“It’s a good question,” I admit. “Azlan?” I know he spent most of yesterday poring over his map. I also know there’s an enforcer and two others standing guard outside the property, Winnie’s car isn’t big enough to fit all of us inside and the last time Renzo tried to transport so many people it nearly killed him.
“Silas and the others are no problem,” Azlan says in a way that leaves me in no doubt.
“But we can’t walk all the way to the Gray Isle,” Spencer insists. “It would take us forever and Kennedy’s forces would catch up with us.”
“Barone,” Stone says.
“Will not be transporting us,” I say. “It’s too dangerous.”
“I’ll do it,” he says.
“You won’t,” I say firmly.
“What would you suggest instead then?” Stone asks.
But I have no ideas.
None at all.
“Erm,” Trent says, scratching his head. “There are some broomsticks in the attic.”
Stone bursts out laughing but Renzo’s eyes light up like a kid’s on their birthday and he runs from the room.
I know I’m missing something,
“Broomsticks?” I say to Winnie. “I’m assuming this is relevant somehow.”
“Broomsticks, Rhi. It’s how magicals got around back in the olden days.”
“Really? I thought that was more fairytale bullshit stuff.”
