The Deaf Luna (Book Three of the Senses Series)

Chapter Thirteen

[Thirteen]

*Colton*

March 2, 2054

Almost three weeks and we've found close to nothing on the Alchemists. We don't have any leads or any starting points. We don't know where to start our search... They could be in Paris or Australia for all we know.

The only clue we have is that they are French. Amaury Duval is a French name. But that isn't enough to get us packing and traveling to France. We could search that country for years and come up with nothing. We need some form of solid evidence to just get us started.

I can see signs of defeat making an appearance with Shaye. Her shoulders slump forward every time she believes she finds something but it ends up to be a dead end. Or she will let out a few curse words and throws a file angrily on the table while walking away. I hate to see her wanting to give up. But in the end, she always comes and sits back down with me.

Currently, it is nearly one in the morning and my eyes keep closing on their own accord. I look up from my own file to see Shaye completely passed out with her head laying on the desk, mouth slightly gaped and a bit of drool puddling on the table. I smile and decide I need to take her to bed.

I close my file and tuck it under a stack of papers, doing the same with hers. The last thing we need is Mason finding them... He may think we're plotting against his cause. Which, in theory, we are.

Walking around the table, I bend down to hook an arm under her knees and the other under her back. I lift her, settling her against my chest as I leave the office and head up to our bedroom. I use my foot to nudge the door, silently thanking Shaye she didn't close it this morning or I'd have to test my juggling skills to open the door.

At the bed, I set Shaye down and once her head hits the pillow, she jerks and sits bolt up, swinging her arm out and punching me in the face. "MY NAME IS SHAYE DONOVAN! YOU KILLED MY MOTHER! PREPARE TO DIE!" She screams on the top of her lungs, her eyes still shut as she scrambles to get out of bed.

I try to keep from laughing as I pin her to the bed, trying to jolt her awake from her dream. When she finally does, she has a look of horror on her face. "Oh... I just punched you..." She bites her bottom lip as it quivers. Clearly she finds it just as funny as I do.

"I can see you like The Princess Bride." I tell her, signing the words as well. Travis and Lisa have been teaching me sign language on the side, whenever I am not looking for information on the Alchemists. I didn't want to trouble Shaye with anything else, so I enlisted help from the only other people who knew it.

"I was dreaming about what I would have said to Aunt Jenny if I was able to face her." Shaye admits.

"And you thought that quote was the way to go?" Shaye blushes and shrugs her shoulders.

"It's a great movie. Hot men, killer romance, cheesy fighting scenes, even some comedy." I squint my eyes at her first reason, not able to keep the small growl at bay. Shaye giggles as she reaches up and places a hand on my cheek. "Oh my sweet Wesley. Don't be jealous. Cary Elwes, no matter how sexy he was in that black outfit, just isn't rocking my socks nowadays. Lucky for you."

Shaye is finding some sort of pleasure in this. I growl and pounce on top of her, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head. Shaye's eyes glow green to be able to read my lips in the darkness of the room.

"I think you forgotten about how completely breathtaking Princess Buttercup is-" I am cut off by a gentle knee to the groin. I snarl and Shaye arches her back, rolling us so she is sitting on my waist. I smile up at her, placing my hands on her waist.