Rebirth of the Seer by Peter W. Dawes Read Free Book Online Page A

could not bring herself to saying played inside my mind.
    I was yet unacquainted with the ways of the Supernatural Order, but already knew one thing – their roundabout ways confounded me. As a creature of action, I reckoned that if I was such a threat, I should have been done away with despite any words of defense Monica might have already presented. They allowed me to be the devil for four years, though, and did nothing but watch and wait. Monica waited for me to find her, they waited for me to realize my supernatural powers – everything those daft mortals did seemed to involve waiting. I could not fathom such a passive attitude. But as I plumbed Monica’s thoughts, a much different picture was being painted with the brush strokes of anxiety. The Council could be spurred into action. They just needed to be prodded.
    “So, they would finally send a hunter to pursue me,” I said, breaking the brief silence which had settled between us . “The killer becomes a penitent and yet they would put me to death? ”
    The look in her eyes turned haunted. Monica sighed, glancing away while straig htening in her seat reflexively . “Not just any hunter, Flynn. A seer. Probably even a master seer. Someone with a hell of a lot more training and experience than even you have.”
    I could not help but to scoff. “Please, witch. The covens sent assassins to exterminate me and not a one of them was successful.”
    “The kinds of people I’m talking about would make your assassins look like amateurs.” Her absurd posture turned all the more confusing when her fingers began tugging at the fabric of her skirt. “Think about your fight with Sabrina for a moment and take this seriously when I say a fully-trained master seer would have mopped the floor with her. I know where this brash level of confidence is coming from, and I’m not trying to crush your ego, but these men go through intense physical and mental training. They infiltrate covens and can take entire droves of vampires out without breaking a sweat. The chances of us surviving one of those encounters borders in the slim-to-none category.”
    Her eyes found mine again . “I want you to make me a promise,” she said, mustering a sobering amount of seriousness in the way she regarded me. “When I go in to speak to the Council, I want you to hide outside and listen. If they threaten action against us, I want you to get as far away from here as possible, with whatever you can carry on your back. Don’t come for me, just go.”
    “Bullshit. I shall make no such promise.”
    “Damn it, Flynn. You must.”
    Regardless of how much her admonition had begun to unnerve me, her request irritated me to the point of clenched teeth. “Monica, I cannot and shall not. As much as Lydia gave me a commission, she assigned you to be my companion. I need your counsel. Leaving you to face their judgment without intervening is out of the question.”
    “But you have to.”  Her tone of voice turned desperate. “This is important…”
    “I have no doubt the matter is grave. This is why I cannot do it alone.”
    “Someone else might be able to help you.”
    “And what would they ask of me in return?” I narrowed my eyes at her and rose to my feet. “How could I trust them not to plunge a dagger into my back when my defenses were down? You are the only person I trust and I do not wish to search the ends of the earth for another in whom I could put my faith .” I frowned while struggling with how angry this proposition was making me. “I dare say, you are the only being who believes in me.”
    Monica sighed and looked away. “You have no faith in yourself . ”
    “I do not, for I know what kind of devil I am.” I sat on the edge of the chair and stared at her until her gaze returned to me. “I may be tame for now, but I am, in no way, domesticated. Depravity was never more personified – indeed, I was probably viler than Sabrina herself and would have eventually usurped her, given