Caleb grimaced as the room filled with light, blinking a few times before it came into focus. "Delia?" he asked as he sat up on the couch and looked around the room—she'd already been cleaning up the mess he'd made since Livvie had left him the previous night. He watched her in silence as she continued to clean up but never looking towards him or acting like he even existed, "Delia—I thought you said you'd forgive me."

"I did and I will, but I didn't say I wouldn't be angry with you at first. What you are doing to your wife and daughter is cruel, Caleb. I couldn't get Ms. Olivia asleep until I put a family remedy for sleeping in her tea and forced her to drink it."

"Where is she now?"

"In Tara's room with the door locked tight. I know you're a smart man Caleb—and you'll avoid both of them until they come looking for you," she said as she turned and began to leave the Library.

"Where are you going now?"

"I might be angry with you and be disgusted with what you did, but I can't let you starve," she said with a sigh and slight smile.


Christina sat there on the edge of the tub looking at her watch—it'd been hard enough to get away from everyone else to get it yesterday, but now sitting on the tub for the next few minutes was even harder. Her mind spun with how to tell Danny—if there was anything to tell him at all.

She glanced at her watch again and picked up the test and smiled, "Two pink lines. Now let's go find Danny."


"Where is he?" asked Livvie as she walked into the kitchen with the lunch tray in her hands.

"He went to town—or so he says. For all I know he went to find that awful man and kill him like he should have last night," spoke Delia quietly as she took the tray from Livvie. "How is the little one doing this afternoon?"

"She's fine—stronger than she was yesterday. I don't know how I'm going to get her to the springs without him knowing."

"It'll all come into focus soon enough my dear. Why don't you spend some time in the Library? I'm sure Caleb won't return until nightfall."


"You two always go walking this early?" hollered Christina as her and Bailey caught up to Daniel and Ian who had left for an early morning walk.

"Yeah. Daniel and I used to do it a lot—we were just talking about how fast everything changes."

"Tell me about it," she smiled as she took Danny's hand and Ian grabbed the ball from Bailey and tossed it for him to go retrieve. "Danny—I was thinking I should learn more Irish while I'm here. I know I won't be here for very long, but maybe you could teach me some?"

"Sure. What words do you want to know?"

"How about the Irish word for daughter?"

"Iníon," he said in a deeper tone than he normally spoke.

"And son?"

"Mac. Like McDonald's means Son of Donald. Does that make sense?"

"Yeah," she nodded as they walked a little further and she tried to practice the pronunciation before saying it out loud. "So which do you want to have?"

"Hmmm?" he said as he stopped taking in the landscape and looked at her. "Which one of what?"

"An iníon or a mac?" she smiled at him.

"Christina," was all he was able to get out before he pulled her into a hug—looking over at her shoulder to see his dad walking back down the hill, turning to look at him once with a huge smile on his face.


Livvie ran her hands over the diaries and then looked up above them—seeing the book Caleb had purposely put out of her reach. She pulled over the small ottoman and climbed up to grab it, sitting down on the ottoman and studying the book—flipping through the pages that seemed to be of no use to her or Caleb until she came to a page where the corner had been bent down recently. When she heard movement in the hallways she slammed the book shut and put it behind her until she saw Delia coming in, "It's only you."

"Did you find something dear?"

"The day I came in Caleb was looking at this book so I was just looking at it and found this—is it saying what I think it is?" she asked while pointing to the specific incantation. "Would this keep Jasmine from having visions? And specifically Jasmine—not her sisters."

Delia gave a loud sigh, "I'm afraid so."

"I can't believe he did this—he had this thing so perfectly planned out that he caused her pain and agony of thinking she was going crazy for months."

"I think he was scared he'd disappoint her if she knew the truth and he also didn't want to put the burden of telling you all what he was doing. It's not right—I know—but in some way I think he believes he was protecting all of you."

"We don't need protection. What all of us needed was truth and honesty—something that I believe my husband has forgotten how to give to others, myself and my children included."


"Can you imagine my mother's reaction when I tell her the news? She'll have the nursery decorated before we get home," laughed Christina as they sat on the hillside—they had been spending the last few hours like this—just sitting and talking of the life that now seemed to await them.

Danny chuckled, "Along with all the newest baby fashions."

"Definitely. And I thought it'd just be a big wedding I'd have to look forward to in the next year—she's going to be double frazzled."

"Then let's make it easier on her and get married without her knowing. My parents did when they found out I was coming."

Christina looked up at him and laughed, "You want to go find a priest who is renovating an old monestary that's really a vampire in disguise?"

"I wasn't going to go that far, but we could just go to the local Priest and have him marry us."

She loved the idea but shook her head no, "My mom would be heartbroken if we did that. Plus, with everything that's going on I know Livvie would be able to come."

"Then we'll call her and your father up and have them come to Ireland. Just a small thing with our parents, and then—when everything is settled with Livvie and them your mom can throw a huge gala event for us."

She sighed with happiness as she sunk back into him, "I love you Thornhart."

"Me too," he said as he kissed the top of her head.