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wouldn’t I be here?”
    Tess shrugged her shoulders and smiled.” Well, you weren’t here this morning. Anyway, see you tomorrow.”
    And with that she was gone, leaving behind a barely detectable scent of citrus. He waited for her to close the door and picked up the yellow envelope Tess brought in. Inside were a fake ID, a passport, and a birth certificate, all in the name of Chris Barnum. He stood up and looked in the small mirror he kept in his office for when he needed an emergency shave. “Yes, I definitely look like a Chris Barnum.”
    He smiled, “The game is on.”
     
     
    Lakeisha Jackson waited until the tub was filled with lukewarm water before throwing in the small bag she prepared that afternoon. Taking a purifying bath before retiring was a ritual she repeated every day, since she became a nun. As the warm water soaked the bag, a light scent of lemon filled the room. She took pride grating the peel herself, every single afternoon, just for that simple olfactory pleasure. Salt and lemon - two ingredients common enough to be found in every kitchen, yet powerful enough to cut through any kind of negative thought-form or dark vibe. She stepped into the water and gently lowered herself until her whole body was soaked, and almost immediately, thoughts of Catherine Bouvier filled her head.
    Something was wrong, deeply wrong. Could the old lady be somehow connected to the prophecy? Was this the reason why Lakeisha was sent to live here with her? Lakeisha doubted it highly, but also knew that appearances can often be deceiving. She was not one of the elders, but she knew enough of the prophecy, by now, to be certain that nothing was happening at random. However insignificant something might appear, things were unfolding in the manner they were supposed to, and everything was speeding up toward the fulfillment.
    She said three prayers – her usual – then got out of the tub and towel-dried her short hair. After getting into her nightgown she opened a book she kept buried behind a box in her closet and pulled out a piece of parchment Sister Justine had given her to read every time she felt doubtful or impatient. It was only one sentence, a mantra to be repeated over and over, but Lakeisha felt it vibrate in her hands as she read.
    “The fate of All rests with a universal awakening…”
    The fate of All rests with a Universal Awakening… what was her specific role in this? The last time she asked Sister Justine, she was told it wasn’t for her to know – signs would lead her to her purpose in Wilmington, NC. So far, Lakeisha hadn’t seen any signs. All she had seen was a bitter old lady who cried in her room every night, who didn’t seem, in any way, connected to anything sacred.
    She doesn’t seem, Lakeisha …that doesn’t mean she isn’t…things aren’t always as they seem.
    The words were hushed by her ear with the gentleness of a lover’s kiss, and although Lakeisha was quite certain nobody had spoken, they were still vibrating in the silence of her room. She lit a candle and some incense, before she opened her laptop and prepared to update and send her daily report. She knew Sister Justine was waiting for it, and as she did every night, Lakeisha humbly complied with her task without asking unnecessary questions. She had just clicked on the send button when she heard something outside her window - an owl singing his song of mourning, an omen of death. Lakeisha crossed hers elf and said a silent prayer.
     
     
    Ryan Wheeler stretched out on his king-size bed and stared at the ceiling. Even if he was quite tired physically, his mind was reluctant to let go of the incessant flow of thoughts rushing through his head. He was planning to go see Natalie tomorrow, but as he lay in the quiet stillness of his room, he wondered if he was making the right choice. He was still very angry with Ashton Logan, but was undeniably in love with her. However, Natalie was the sole heiress of the Sanders’ fortune, and