Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Sam sitting at a tucked away table. A woman sat in the opposite chair, her back to him. Not Sasha, he could see that from where he stood. This woman was a little larger, her hair a little lighter. Her profile suggested a similar gene pool to Sasha’s, but that was about it. He had a feeling he’d seen her before but couldn’t place her.
What was it? Cash asks.A bed, Irene says. Furniture.
Oh, Baker says. With that kind of buildup, I thought maybe you’d discovered something.I did, Irene says. Because painted on the wall, in decorative letters, was a name: Maia.Who’s Maia? Baker asks.
Irene takes another sip of her water. Maia is Russ’s daughter, she says. Your sister.Funny, we’ve been here less than a week and we know everyone else’s personal drama…
Those words, spoken by Cash, contain some truth, but who are they kidding? Nobody can hold a candle to the Steele family when it comes to personal drama.
Russ has a daughter, twelve years old, named Maia.A strange absence could be seen in the gathering red smoke, like a person wearing black Spandex whose outline was fuzzy. It bent over Green’s body, and Kieran got the distinct impression its arm reached into Green’s chest.
What in the holy fuck… Bria’s voice drifted away, her eyes widening as she watched the shape. What is that? I can’t feel a soul. Is it a weak spirit or something?No. Kieran shook his head. At least, it’s not like any spirit I’ve ever seen. Though…that’s not really saying much.
Alexis? Bria’s gaze flicked up, but if Alexis heard her, she didn’t acknowledge it.He ran his hand down her back, comforted by her warmth. Is it a deep trance?