Page 60 of The Uprising
‘Okay, you’re right. Although, you know it’s much easier said than done. When I try and stop thinking about something, it immediately dominates my thoughts.’
‘Yes, but if we continue on like this, we’re going to go quite mad. The best solutions always come when we least expect them. You know that.’
‘True, but lately I’ve been falling back into my old habit of taking fast action.’
‘We’re both giving ourselves a hard time and we’re not getting very far, so I vote for a more relaxed approach.’
‘You sound just like Sylvia, now,’ Cara said. ‘Which reminds me, I must go and see her. She was incredible last time we were in danger—she channelled a message from the Angel Gabriel, who told me that things were not as they seemed. That’s what saved us from a life in exile.’
‘Sounds like Angel Gabriel knows his stuff. Perhaps I should seek divine guidance, too,’ said George.
‘Oh, I think that’s a marvellous idea. I’ll book us in for a double session—maybe she can even see us this afternoon.’
‘Hmm, I was kidding.’
‘I know, but it’s an excellent idea, nonetheless. We need all the help we can get.’
‘Right-ho; but not today.’
‘Why not?’
‘I knew you’d forgotten.’
‘What? What have I forgotten? My head is in 1536.’
‘We’re going to Richmond this morning, remember?’
‘Oh, yes!’
‘I’m still nervous about what you’re going to uncover in the archives. Are you certain you want to go ahead with it?’ he asked.
She nodded. ‘Going to see Sylvia after my visit makes more sense. I need her to help me locate you—you’ve gone missing since your arrival at Pontefract Castle.’
‘Okay, are you ready to stop thinking about it for five minutes, and come down to the kitchen for a coffee and breakfast before we head out?’
‘Now that’s an invitation I can’t refuse.’ Cara hopped out of bed and pulled her robe off the hook on the door. She pushed her tanned feet into her slippers before following George down the narrow staircase, her hands resting on his broad shoulders. ‘We’re staying over in Richmond, right?’
‘Yes, it’ll be fabulous this time of year.’
‘Brilliant. Mind you, it’s fabulous any time of year.’
George drove them to Richmond, and Cara leaned against the worn leather seat and relaxed as the radio chit-chat washed over her and the car effortlessly hoovered up the miles. If only the London to York trip was this quick and convenient in Tudorville—two hundred miles was a heck of a long way on horseback, and she would have had to make multiple changes.
When they stopped for a coffee, Cara wondered whether she’d made it to Madame Alicia’s yet. Time lost all meaning when she travelled between timelines. She might not become conscious of what was happening in Tudorville for days yet. There was just no way to know what to expect, and because of that she frequently experienced a sense of panic.
Cara rested her hand on George’s thigh as he drove. ‘Do you sometimes feel like everything is out of control when you’re going back and forth to Victoriana?’
He glanced at her and nodded. ‘It’s one of the most disarming things about it. Terrifying actually, as you never quite know what awaits you on either side.’
‘How did we get ourselves into this dreadful mess?’ she asked.
‘I don’t think we got ourselves into it at all. We just found ourselves back in it.’
‘I’ve been reading up on Twin Flames again.’
‘Oh-oh, and?’ George said.
‘Mystics say our ancient twin souls made a spiritual contract thousands of years ago to go through multiple lives together in our commitment to reach our most awakened selves.’
