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David, you need—" "To be more careful. Yeah. I got that. " I was immediately on alert. " "No, but the more I think about it, the more I worry. " His voice washed over me, low and gruff and very sincere. "Promise me, Katie. " I shivered, more than a little undone by his tone. "I promise," I whispered. " The words seemed flat somehow, but I meant them sincerely. I'd lost Eric twice—in San Francisco, and again last night. I didn't think I could stand to lose David, too. He might not be the man I'd once loved, but I had to admit that I cared for him, possibly more than I should.
I gently tugged it out of her hand with a quick shake of my head. " I hesitated. "Oh, come on, Mom. Either you're telling me the truth or you're not. I mean you can't just—" I held up a hand to ward off her diatribe—not to mention my guilt. "Fine. You win. " She did, moving slowly and reverentially. As she peered into the bag, I saw her forehead crinkle, and when she looked up at me there was no mistaking the confusion on her face. "It's dust," she said. "Powerful dust," I countered, a small sampling of the relic that Goramesh had come to San Diablo this past summer to find.
My voice cracked a little as I spoke, and it hit me again how much I'd lost with David's announcement last night. For weeks, I'd been entertaining the fantasy that while Eric's form had changed, the man himself was still around. Still watching over Allie. Now, I knew there was only me. My chest seemed to fill with lead, the weight of loss and the unknown pulling me down. I hugged Allie close, and we sat that way for a long time, just the two of us, lost in memories. After a while, she shifted a little, then lifted the bag and toyed with it.