formed in the trees and became a man. Beautiful and golden with eyes that burned.
The circle broke. Even as Nell ran, the man struck out. She shattered like glass, a thousand pieces scattering. And the skies opened to lightning, blasted with thunder, and all Mia could see in the glass was a torrent of water as the woods, and the island they lived on, tumbled into the sea.
Mia stepped back, planted her hands on her hips. âIsnât that always the way?â she said in disgust. âA man ruins everything. Well, weâll see about that.â She put the globe back on the shelf. âWeâll just see about that.â
By the time Nell knocked on her door, Mia was just finishing up some paperwork. âRight on time,â she said as she logged off the computer. âThatâs a pretty habit of yours. I need you to fill out these forms.â She gestured to the neat stack on the desk.âIâve dated them yesterday. Howâs the lunch crowd moving?â
âSmoothly enough.â Nell sat. Her palms no longer sweated when she filled out forms. Name, date of birth, Social Security number. Those basic facts and figures were hers. Sheâd seen to it personally. âPeg dives right in. I made up tomorrowâs menu.â
âMmm.â Mia took the folded paper Nell pulled out of her pocket, read it over while Nell filled in the form. âIt looks good. More adventurous than Janeâs tended to be.â
âToo adventurous?â
âNo, just more. So . . . what will you do with the rest of your day?â Mia briefly looked at the first completed form. âNell, no middle initial, Channing?â
âTake a walk on the beach, do some gardening. Maybe explore the woods around the cottage.â
âThereâs a small stream where columbine grows wild this time of year, and in the deeper shade jack-in-the-pulpits and ferns. The kind that make you think the faeries hide in them.â
âYou donât strike me as the kind of person who looks for shy faeries.â
Miaâs lips curved. âWe donât know each other well yet. Three Sisters is alive with legend and lore, and the woods have all manner of secrets. Do you know the story of the Three Sisters?â
âNo.â
âIâll tell you one day when thereâs time for tales and stories. But for now you should be out in the light and air.â
âMia, what happened before? At noon?â
âYou tell me. What do you think happened?â
âIt felt like an earth tremor, but not. The light changed, and so did the air. Like a . . . blast of energy.â
It sounded foolish when she said it, but she pushed on. âYou felt it too. But no one else did. No one else felt anything out of the ordinary.â
âMost people expect the ordinary, and thatâs what they get.â
âIf thatâs a riddle, I donât know how to solve it.â Impatient, Nell shoved to her feet. âYou werenât surprised by itâa little irritated but not surprised.â
Mia sat back, intrigued, and lifted a brow. âTrue enough. You read people very well.â
âSurvival skill.â
âAnd sharply honed,â Mia added. âWhat happened? I suppose you could call it a connection. What happens when three positive charges occupy the same space at the same time?â
Nell shook her head. âI have no idea.â
âNeither do I. But itâll be interesting to find out. Like recognizes like, donât you think? I recognized you.â
Nellâs blood went cold and burned under her skin. âI donât know what you mean.â
âNot who you are, or were,â Mia said gently. âBut what. You can trust me to respect that, and your privacy. I wonât pry into your yesterdays, Nell. Iâm more interested in the tomorrows.â
Nell opened her mouth. She nearly, very nearly, let it pour out. Everything