“Really? We do? Then let’s all try to divide these. ◤思◤兔◤網◤
Anything—forbidden—goes in one sack. Weird stuff like Bonnie’s
poetry reading goes into another. Any news of Stefan—or of us—goes
in the third. And nice things, like summer days, go in the fourth,” Elena
said.
“I think you are being optimistic, me,” Sage said. “To expect to
find an orb with Stefan on it so quickly—”
“Everybody, hush!” Bonnie said frantically. “This is Shinichi and
Damon talking him into it.”
Sage stiffened, as if taking a lightning bolt from the stormy sky,
then he smiled. “Speak of the devil,” he murmured. Elena smiled at him
and squeezed his hand before taking another ball.
“This one seems to be some kind of legal stuff. I don’t understand
it. A slave must be taking it because I can see all of them.” Elena felt her
facial muscles tighten with hatred at the sight—even in a sort of
dream—of Shinichi, the kitsune who had done so much harm. His hair
was black, except for an irregular fringe around the edges, which made it
look as if it had been dipped in red-hot lava.
And then, of course, Misao. Shinichi’s sister—allegedly. This star
ball must have been made by a slave, because she could see both of the
twins and a lawyerly-looking man.
Misao, Elen