That Makes Three

Chapter Seventeen

DESTINY POV
Once the apartment held as many candles as it could hold, and would be deemed a fire hazard by most fire departments, Destiny stopped what she was doing and stared at Miya. She hadn't said anything in an hour. She just stared blankly in front of her. Destiny had given her one of her winter jumpers to wear but she's winced and whispered 'it hurts' that's why she sat perfectly still on the edge of the sofa in a short, sheer white lingerie dress. What she had meant by it hurts, Destiny didn't know and so gave her something that was both lighter and had less fabric.

Roman and Peter sat on the floor next to her, unmoving from her side. Poor kid, Destiny thought. Banshees were the loneliest of the supernatural kind. But that wasn't all she was. She had to be mixed with something else - protected by another force. Why else would her werewolf cousin and his upir friend be so... captivated by her? Even Destiny could feel Miya's repellence, but it was easy enough to ignore. Though not when she had heard her agonising scream. Destiny shivered as she shrugged her coat on.

"I'm going to go to Miya's house and pick up a few things for her."

"Oh - I can go if you need me to." Peter said, though even as he said this she knew he was only offering out of politeness. He didn't even turn to face Destiny when he spoke.

"No I can go. Small town - I've seen it a million times..." Destiny said, walking to the kitchen and picking up a full bottle of whiskey. Creeping back to the sofa she offered it to Miya. She remained as still as a statue. With a pang of pain she offered it to Peter instead. He hesitated, finally looking away from Miya long enough for his cousin to see Miya's agony in his eyes

"Are you sure?" He asked, reaching with his left hand for the bottle. Destiny took a quick look at his palm before pressing the bottle in it with a slight smile.

"You look like you need it." She said, her eyes passing over all three of them.

"Just don't tell your mother. I need to talk to you." She said, flicking Romans eat and walking away. When she got to the door she could feel him behind her and quickly opened the door. Roman stepped out but kept a foot in the door. Destiny looked at his left hand that was bent palm out against the door. Frowning at what she saw.

"She swallowed a lot of the water - she should be fine it was only a mixture of cloud root, dream salts and saliva so just make sure she drinks something - anything. She shouldn't be alone right now so I'm going to go to her house and pick up a few things. Try and get her to talk - about anything." Roman nodded a couple times and Destiny wondered how much he heard her say. Turning away Destiny walked down the narrow steps and paused when she heard the door shut. Frowning she looked down at her left palm. Of course she hadn't lost her abilities. Her heart line was there and intact. So was the family and the fate line. So why had all of theirs looked the same? The exact same - all of their fate and love and loss lines crossed.

"Why did they have to find each other?" She whispered to herself as she continued down the stairs.