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“It was just so creepy,” Charlotte said. “It was almost she was a ghost; only she was haunting me through my dreams, not in reality.”
“It may have been just a trick,” Kaitlin said in a distrusting manner. “Damon may have created an illusion which looked like Jane that—.”
“No,” Philippe responded.
All eyes turned to him, stunned.
“I know this may sound surprising to all of you, but even the oldest or powerful vampire doesn’t have that ability.”
“Are you sure?” Lucien asked, arching an eyebrow.
Philippe turned to look at him. “I’m positive; I have never come across that kind of discovery in my research, let alone in my existence.”
Kaitlin nodded, still feeling apprehensive about tonight’s events.
“So, she would help Charlotte out as a guide. This is going to sound strange, but what if Damon approaches her?” Lucien asked.
Philippe shrugged. “I don’t know—you’re asking the wrong person about this sort of thing.”
Lucien gave Philippe a bitter look. “You mean you’ve never done this sort of thing before?”
“No. Have you when you were a vampire?” Philippe demanded in an impatient tone.
“Will you both stop arguing?” Kaitlin almost shouted. “This is not going to get us anywhere!”
Lucien gave Kaitlin an apologetic look before he glared at Philippe.
“Now we’ve all had a miserable evening, it’s almost daylight. Philippe, I suggest you go somewhere the daylight can’t harm you. Lucien, you go somewhere you can cool down. Charlotte, do you think you can go back to sleep?”
“No.”
“Fine. I know I’m too wired up to get any rest, so I’m going out to get some coffee.”
Lucien started to follow her. “I’ll go with you—.”
Kaitlin rose her hands. “No. I need to be alone; I need to be alone so I can think.”
She left the room, her heart pounding in her chest.
* * *
Kaitlin was grateful that there was a café close by. She wasn’t sure if Lucien would be home once she was there, and she hoped he would be. But for now, she needed to be alone.
Too much had happened in such a short time span—Jane’s tragic death, her appearing in Charlotte’s dream as a ghost, or as Charlotte had told them, as guide, and to top that off, Philippe and Lucien are more and more in conflict with one another. Useless arguments between team members weren’t going to help matters—they should know that.
Kaitlin took out her wallet and took out a picture of herself and Jane—it was a photograph taken at her wedding just after she had caught the bouquet. Kaitlin sighed as she felt a tear stream down her cheek, knowing that Jane would never meet her groom.
“I somehow knew I’d find you here.”
Kaitlin looked up and found Lucien standing beside her, looking as worn out and tired as she was.
She wiped away the tears that formed in her eyes. “I thought I had told you to leave me alone.” Her voice was thick.
“If you’re still upset about my argument with Philippe, we called a truce until this whole thing was over. I truly am sorry about that, but I’m not doing all that by myself.”
“I know. But that’s not why I’m so upset.”
Lucien saw the photograph she was holding. “I know,” he said, softly as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders. “Let’s go home.”
Kaitlin nodded as they went to his car. He drove silently as she did her best not to sob out loud as tears continued to stream down her cheeks.
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