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at his neck.
    “Let me cleanse my soul tonight then tomorrow you take this cottage and cleanse yours. We can switch back and forth. There is only so much soul-searching I can do with the twins not yet born, no matter how old their souls might be.”
    “They sent you out here to read the twins?” Cemil’s skepticism washed over Shade.
    “They did. Did you think they would send me for another reason?” Shade’s presence would be questioned. The lack of trust between the Rowans and the Syndicate had become legendary. Each a necessary evil to the other. But he had remained as neutral to their conflict as one could and still be involved.
    “With the Syndicate, one can never be so sure,” Cemil said. “Anything you can share about the twins?”
    Shade carried packets of information about his objective, information compiled by the best Syndicate seers and psychics. “Nothing yet.” He indicated the locked worn-leather satchel. “Not because I won’t share, but I don’t open the files I am given until I’ve met my mark. I don’t want others’ impressions influencing my first reading. I’ll read my reports once I’ve met with Dana. This way I can compare the preciseness of what they collect against mine. Perhaps after dinner I’ll stroll down to meet the mama to be. I assume the rules still apply about dinner?”
    Cemil nodded. “Don’t make Rekkus track you down for dinner. I admit Sage, Myron, and I get a chuckle at how worked up Cyrus and our tiger get over missing guests. Rekkus and his tight-assed rules. Don’t tell them, but sometimes we delay a guest on purpose. ”
    “You have a demented sense of humor, my friend, a trait I’ve always liked very much.”
    “Here we are.” Cemil parked the cart and threw the keys to Shade. “There’s an extra key under the front seat in case you drop this one in the water.”
    Cemil grabbed the bigger of the two bags and led Shade to an A-frame cottage on a wooden dock above the water. Two sides opened up over the ocean to the fog wall on the horizon. The other two walls offered privacy toward the land with a simple window looking out over the dock. The kitchenette’s small stove and refrigerator took up one corner, the rest of the room filled by its round bed, a lounge chair, small table, and a few lamps. A window in the center of the floor offered a view into the ocean below.
    Cemil handed him a remote control. “The top button lowers the walls, the bottom closes the curtains. The window in the floor opens. If you wish to dangle your feet in the water, you’ll find the remote control next to the chair, though the water’s too cold in my opinion. It’s deeper than it appears, so no swimming through it. We’ve stocked the fridge. You’re on a generator, so there are lanterns, candles, and extra blankets in the closets. Bathroom is next to the closet. No luxuries, but the place is quite secluded and, more important, quiet.”
    “It’s perfect.” Shade closed his eyes and pushed out over the water. He sensed nothing except for his friend. “Did you turn off the fish?”
    “If you sense nothing, Myron must have called in Serena to clear the area. She could easily have circled the island before we got out of view of the house. She is your best defense, so, if you have any problems, jump in the water and yell.”
    “I can’t imagine why I might need help from a mermaid, but thank you.”
    “I’ll leave you in peace. Dinner is in an hour, and perhaps we can discuss a class or two for you to take on while you’re here. The deep-meditation class on soul-searching might offer what a few of our guests need.”
    “Providing you don’t ask me to go soul-searching Sarka, I’m your man.”
    Cemil chuckled as he headed down the pier. Shade waited until he felt the pull and slight pop as the last soul left the area. Rotating his head, he took a deep breath. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d experienced silence. Pulling a mat from his backpack, he laid