SEVENTEEN (Ruby POV)

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Iselen frowns and seems to be bewildered while focusing on whatever she's reading sitting on her chair behind the tattoo parlour counter. Lester and Thyra said goodbye some minutes ago, I locked the door and asked my girl to wait while I took inventory of all the stuff I needed to restock the cabinets so I could order more supplies, it's getting dark outside and we should go back home but I'm not hungry so I lean my shoulder on the cabin doorframe and watch her quietly while thinking about all that happened this past week.

The worst moment was when I felt her walking away from me not only physically but emotionally too. Even worse than when Yalitza told me the news about my friend's death... My heart skipped a beat while looking for Iselen in the backstage area and I realized that she'd gone, I feared something bad had happened to her, that a hunter attacked her, a thousand of terrible possibilities crossed my mind and I only managed to breathe again when I saw her leaning her back on a wall of the entrance hall. And then, she started stuttering nonsense, like she didn't deserve me, she thought I was sacrificing myself accepting her as my girlfriend, she had doubts... I confessed how important she was for me, telling her she was my soul mate... I guess that could be understood as a declaration of love but I don't regret my words. I realized they were the truth since the moment they left my mouth and the Goddess' will wasn't forcing me to tell her that, what I feel for Iselen is real and I'll do whatever necessary for her to understand it.

My precious druid is perfect for me even when she gets angry and fights, I can't help smiling remembering her determination when she confronted me while holding her wallet in her hand, insisting that I should take her money. I admit I got furious at first, the urge to take care of Iselen is strong not only because she's my girl or because I made a promise to her grandma's spirit, she's also a member of my coven and her safety and happiness are my priority along with my sisters and Lester's wellbeing. I didn't understand why she was so stubborn concerning something that wasn't a problem for me but I accepted that Iselen needed to feel independent and that she had some control over her life, even if it's just a little. Things were easier from that moment on... and she doesn't know I'm saving the money she gives me to go on holidays together when all this is over.

When we manage to find out what's going on. Because something smells fishy and I'll find out what it is: I refuse to accept that Sarah killed herself, I knew her well and it's impossible that she chose that path all of a sudden, not asking for help or showing any sign of depression first... She wasn't like that. And according to Lester, his shaman friend wasn't like that either, in fact, he was an optimistic person who loved life and worked hard to support the members of his tribe. I'm aware that two deaths under suspicious circumstances aren't a pattern yet but it's enough to start an investigation because my skin crawls and my instinct is telling me something's wrong... The problem is that there's not much I can do from NY except what I had planned: talking to my mother and Savannah's grandmother.

"Ruby, can you come here? I don't understand this..." I blink coming back to reality and walk to the counter. "This is one of my ancestors' book, I'm translating it so you all can read it and learn some druidic tricks. Vinnia has been helping me."

"Good idea, babe, it's great that you keep busy although I thought you were working on your next novel after the successful first one," I answer smiling. Her book has been the most downloaded on the web she published it during the past weekend and Simon has called me asking if my girl would accept to attend a meeting in his publishing company office to talk about future plans, as I predicted. Iselen snorts amused while I put my hand on the counter next to her notebook, leaning over her shoulder to take a look at the yellowed parchment page. "What's the problem?"

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