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“Are you guys hungry?” one of the wolf-men asks.
Sawyer moves into action. “Starved. Let’s get some pizza delivered.”
The tension in the room is put on pause as all the men decide what to order and Remedy sits down on the couch next to me, staring at me as if in awe.
I mostly trying to regulate my breathing to avoid hyperven- tilating.
“The one with the beard is East,” Remedy tells me. “And Callum is the tall one, with the cocky grin, and River, he’s the one with ice blue eyes.”
Some of the guys leave to get beer, some others move to the kitchen for plates and napkins. They get to work, and I notice Arrow flipping through my mom’s record collection, choosing something to play.
I listen to Remedy, trying to memorize the names, trying to take it all in. She asks about my hawks and I tell her about them.
“What’s crazy is Gaia sent them to watch over me,” I say. “Like she knew I needed help. Did she send your wolves?”
Remedy shakes her head. “No, she was looking for me, though. In the woods in Alaska. But I don’t think she’s well. She said something, when she told me to find you here, about not having the strength to finish what our fathers started. I tried to ask more, but she was gone.”
“What does she need to finish?”
Remedy shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s like there is a barrier keeping her from telling us everything.”
“Ever since this started, since the hawks came a few months ago, my world has been turned on its axis. Spinning out of control,” I tell her. “I keep waiting for answers, some clarity. But it just gets more confusing.”
“Are you confused about your hawks?”
I shake my head. “No. That’s one thing I’m absolutely certain about. They are mine. Gaia may be holding a lot back, but she gave me them, and right now, that is everything.”
“I saw a billboard when we came into town. Your face was on it. They were on it too.”
I feel the heat rising to my face, still uncomfortable with the reality of starring in a Vegas show. “Yeah, SOAR opens tomorrow. But, after everything today, with my Mom... I don’t know if that will happen.”
Remedy listens, then exhales. “I’m so sorry about your Mom, but wow, Lark, you must be so talented.”
“Yeah, except I’m only talented because of some magic. I’m nothing special, otherwise.”
Remedy raises her eyebrows knowingly. “Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but you are certainly not nothing. You’re the daughter of Zeus.”
Her words are confusing on so many levels. I don’t even know where to start. She must notice because she continues to fill in the gaps.
We have different fathers. Our mother is the connection between us. We’re the same age, at least pretty much. Since we were all orphaned as babies, we don’t know our actual birth dates. For some reason, we have fathers who are out to get us. But we don’t know why.”
“And we’re half-sisters?” I ask in a whisper.
“Yeah, but that’s the thing Lark. Gaia said I need to find my other three sisters.”
“Except one is already dead.” “Are you sure?” she asks.
I sigh. “I think so. I remember Tennyson and I had this ring with us, and then the next thing I remember is her dead in the grass. A storm was overhead. And then a gust of wind–which must have been Gaia, came and took her away.” “
“Shit, it must have been Zeus, finding you because of the ring acting as a signal to him,” Remedy says with shock.
We sit in silence processing it all. “And before that, you were raised together?” Remedy asks.
“Kind of. My mom and her sister each took one of us, so her story goes. After my sister died, my mom and I came here, to the desert, and she put protective spells all around me so no one would find me again.”
“So, your aunt. Do you know her?” I shake my head.
“We have to find her, Lark,” Remedy says.
I raise my hands. “No way, I have a show in Vegas and everyone is counting on me.”
“But you said all you want is answers. We need to see if she knows something. Something that can help us.”
I shake my head. “No. I don’t want to dig up pieces of my past that my mom left buried.”
“That’s not how it works,” Remedy says annoyed. “We’re family, Lark. You have to help me.”
“No, I don’t. I mean, maybe in some weird alternate reality what you’re saying is true, but not in my reality.” I point to her wolfmen who are carrying in twelve-packs and boxes of pizza. “They are your family now. Not me.”
She shakes her head. “But I’m your flesh and blood. Don’t you want to find our mother?” she asks, pressing her hand to mine. Desperate for me to agree.
