▶ Touching The Wind (Roaming Alchemists/ Book Two)

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten; 

Breakfast was awkward to say the least, Jason had Sera’s hand under the table, but her legs were shaking and she couldn’t tear her gaze from John or Ethan. She switched between them, whenever she caught her father’s eyes, she quickly look at her food. Some Alchemy-inspired egg dish she simply couldn’t bare to eat. 

What she’d dreamt last night was worse then a nightmare. 

Ethan was so controlling, yet placid at the same time. He was like a tornado being seen from above, he swirled and crashed and destroyed everything below, but from above he just looked like swirling clouds. He was beautiful, in every aspect of the word and Sera couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. Like always. 

She should be with Jason. 

She loved Jason. Jason loved her, it would be simple and easy. She wouldn’t be completely satisfied, she never would be with him, he couldn’t touch her the way Ethan could. 

“Jason,” Ethan said unexpectedly. 

Jason glared at him, Sera squeezed his hand, trying to calm him down a little, “What?” He snapped. 

Ethan was holding back a smile, he was up to something. Sera could tell. What the hell is he doing? 

“Are you gonna eat, or?” Jason glared down at his full plate of food, you see. Where Sera was glancing between her dad and Ethan, Jason didn’t stop glaring directly at Ethan. No break in the glare war. The tension in the air was growing thick and it was beginning to feel as if someone had threw a bucket of sludge into the air and it stayed suspended there between a war of glaring and foul feelings. 

Sera felt unsafe and unsure around her father, what happens if her dream was correct and her father really did betray her. No, nothing like that could happen, they were family.  

Family. 

Sera let her head hang low at the pathetic excuse for a word, her real family was evil, she’d never seen her real father, but she knew he was alive and at large. Her true birthmother was completely and utterly evil, she wanted to devour the world and make it hers, make it hers to control. But she couldn’t now that she was dead. 

There were others, still doing her wishes, even thought she wasn’t giving out any. 

Sera sighed, “Darling, are you OK?” Emile asked. Sera’s eyes jumped up and met with her mother’s eerily calm ones. 

She nodded, “Yeah, I’m fine.” Her voice was croaky and harsh, she coughed and blinked a couple of times then nodded with a semi-bright smile, to make the act more convincing. “I’m completely fine, how are you?” 

Emile let out a little chuckle, “I’m fine sweetheart, eat something.” 

Sera nodded and cut off some egg, glancing at Ethan in the corner of her eye. He was giving her a curious look; he could see straight through her. 

She hated it. 

* 

Casey was beginning to think tracking down more numbers was a bad idea, there were people onto them now and she needed to be very careful. Being careful included no taking calls and no making calls. 

For all her brilliance, Casey sometimes forgot the simple things people needed to do to remain sane. 

She’d devised a set of rules, for everyone in the house. There was three, and they were incredibly simple. 

No taking or making calls to anyone. 

Stay together. 

and the final one, which made her happy Casey was her best friend: Any complaints or questions, come to Casey or Hunter, do not disturb Sera.