Chapter 59

On Sunday I woke up completely drained. Nightmares of Kings with glowing violet eyes, chasing me with swords and crumbling towers haunted my dreams. I called Nick against my better judgment. Maybe he'd run across something that matched what I'd seen in the eyes of the Gypsy.

"Are you sure she was Wesen?" Nick asked after I described what I'd seen at the Market.

"Flickering colored eyes isn't a human trait, so I'm pretty certain."

"Meet me at the trailer and we'll look," he replied. "And bring your laptop and that other book with you."

I sighed softly into the phone. "I've got work to do this morning."

"Okay. Well, then how about this evening?"

Monroe wasn't going to be happy, but I agreed.

I ran the errands I'd been putting off and finished the flowchart I'd been working on by that evening. Finally, I called Monroe to tell him I'd made plans at the trailer.

"Oh man. Can't it wait?" Monroe grumbled. "I was looking forward to you and me and asparagus pasta tonight."

"While that sounds delicious," I said trying not to blanch over asparagus, "I just want to figure out what I saw. You wanna go with me? Three sets of eyes are better than two."

"Nah. You go Grimm it up with Nick. I'll sit here alone and enjoy my pasta for one," he sighed out with exaggeration.

"Aww. I'm sorry, Monroe."

"You're coming over tomorrow. And I don't want to hear any ifs, ands, or buts, okay?"

"See you tomorrow."

After calling Nick, I gathered my things and headed to the trailer. Hours upon hours of reading turned up no clues as to what the Gypsy was.

"I bet your grandma's books would have something," said Nick as he laid down the journal he'd been scouring through. "None of these even mention Waldgeists, either."

I shook my head. "Well, I'm not going on another trip there if I can help it."

I rubbed my eyes. I'd been staring at the computer screen far too long. On the plus side, we'd expanded the database quite a bit tonight, but I was frustrated not having any more knowledge about what I really wanted to know.

Nick slumped back in his wooden chair. "So, do you wanna call it a night? I'm kinda beat."

"Yeah, it's getting late and I have a lot scheduled tomorrow at work." I looked over at him. "Thanks for trying."

I held my grandmother's book as I stood. Nick had gone through it, but I hadn't. I didn't want to read the section on Blutbaden. It probably held the same warnings the book in the trailer did, but what if there was something worse? Fear of that possibility kept my curiosity at bay. I didn't want to know anything worse.

"If I come across anything else, I'll let you know." Nick smiled like he cared. At least that's the way I was going to take it.

I passed him the book. "I want you to keep this here. It's probably safer for it to be with the others than in my house."

Nick hesitantly took the book from my hand. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "Besides, it may have something you might need later on."

"It did have some interesting…"

"I don't want to know," I cut him off. "Just keep it here, and let's not talk about it, okay?"

"Fair enough," Nick replied with a toothy grin.

I drove home completely deflated and missing Monroe. Perhaps it was better if I didn't know what the Gypsy was. If I did, then it might mean everything she'd told me was true, and I was going to have some crazy role to play between balancing two worlds, making tough choices, and towers of lies falling on top of me. Maybe I should've paid her that extra five bucks. Then she might have told me I'd be happy with Monroe and taking a cruise instead. Who knows…

I changed into my comfy PJs when I got home and turned in for the night. I asked the universe to send me better dreams and less chaos. I deserved that much tonight at least.

A/N: No luck on the Wesen with violet eyes... Nick has grandma's book, now.