CHAPTER 27
Digging deep, I feel my conscience burn
I need to know who and what I am
-Kendall Payne, "Closer to Myself"
"I knew it!" Lucy exclaimed gleefully, dancing around the lighthouse family room. "I knew I was right!"
"Lucy, Alison fainted. She did not confirm your theory," Ian warned her dryly.
"Yeah, but she didn't deny it either!" Lucy chirped happily.
'Oh, life in this town just keeps getting weirder and weirder,' he thought, shaking his head incredulously…
***
"Alison? Alison?" Rafe called hopefully, stroking her face.
The tiny blonde lay unconscious on the couch before him, breathing peacefully.
"Ah!" he groaned.
Frustrated, he got up from his crouching position in front of the couch and stood, snapping, "Why won't she wake up?"
"Alison's been through a lot these past couple months," Ian informed him curtly. "Leave her alone. She could use the rest."
"But I need answers!" whined Rafe, pouting.
"For heaven's sake, calm down," Ian retorted, fed up with his antics. "You're not the only one."
"Yeah, well, excuse me if I happen to be the only dead one here," muttered Rafe under his breath.
"Hey! Hey!" yelled Lucy, stepping in between the two men.
Her voice softened, as she remembered the sleeping girl nearby.
"Since Alison appears to be… out, and we don't know when she'll wake up, why don't we try solving this puzzle ourselves?"
Rafe and Ian glared at her, clearly unconvinced.
"No, I'm serious!" she exclaimed, her dark eyes twinkling mischievously. "Come on, cousin, we're slayers. How difficult can it be?"
Rafe rolled his eyes.
"We just need to put all the pieces together," Lucy continued.
"In the correct order," Ian reminded her.
"Thank you, Dr. Thornhart," said Lucy, smiling appreciatively. "See! We can do it! We're working together already!"
She threw her arms around the men beside her, creating a Lucy sandwich.
"This is going to be a piece of cake," she announced happily, oblivious to the scowling men on either side of her…
Digging deep, I feel my conscience burn
I need to know who and what I am
-Kendall Payne, "Closer to Myself"
"I knew it!" Lucy exclaimed gleefully, dancing around the lighthouse family room. "I knew I was right!"
"Lucy, Alison fainted. She did not confirm your theory," Ian warned her dryly.
"Yeah, but she didn't deny it either!" Lucy chirped happily.
'Oh, life in this town just keeps getting weirder and weirder,' he thought, shaking his head incredulously…
***
"Alison? Alison?" Rafe called hopefully, stroking her face.
The tiny blonde lay unconscious on the couch before him, breathing peacefully.
"Ah!" he groaned.
Frustrated, he got up from his crouching position in front of the couch and stood, snapping, "Why won't she wake up?"
"Alison's been through a lot these past couple months," Ian informed him curtly. "Leave her alone. She could use the rest."
"But I need answers!" whined Rafe, pouting.
"For heaven's sake, calm down," Ian retorted, fed up with his antics. "You're not the only one."
"Yeah, well, excuse me if I happen to be the only dead one here," muttered Rafe under his breath.
"Hey! Hey!" yelled Lucy, stepping in between the two men.
Her voice softened, as she remembered the sleeping girl nearby.
"Since Alison appears to be… out, and we don't know when she'll wake up, why don't we try solving this puzzle ourselves?"
Rafe and Ian glared at her, clearly unconvinced.
"No, I'm serious!" she exclaimed, her dark eyes twinkling mischievously. "Come on, cousin, we're slayers. How difficult can it be?"
Rafe rolled his eyes.
"We just need to put all the pieces together," Lucy continued.
"In the correct order," Ian reminded her.
"Thank you, Dr. Thornhart," said Lucy, smiling appreciatively. "See! We can do it! We're working together already!"
She threw her arms around the men beside her, creating a Lucy sandwich.
"This is going to be a piece of cake," she announced happily, oblivious to the scowling men on either side of her…