Seer (The Seeker Series Book 3) by Amy Reece Read Free Book Online Page A

do beseech you
    That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly,
    And hinder them from what this ecstasy
    May now provoke them to.”
    —Shakespeare, The Tempest , 3.3
     
    Fionnuala broke the news over dinner: it was expected—no demanded—that we spend several weeks in Ireland with the Seer Council before returning to the U.S. I can’t say I was terribly surprised, so I just sighed and made it clear that I would be home before the beginning of August, when Jack was due back from basic training. Nothing in this world would keep me from being at the airport to welcome him home. Absolutely. Nothing.
    Rémy also remained stoic about our upcoming trip. “It is to be expected, chérie. Your Seer Council wants equal time with the chosen ones.”
    I saw Mina smile into her water glass, but I took exception to everything he said. “It is not my Seer Council! We are not the chosen ones! And why is it that you never call Mina ‘chérie’?”
    “I’m sorry. I didn’t know it bothered you so much.” He held his hands up in surrender. “In the future, I will be sure to not call you anything nice. Perhaps you would prefer if I called you—”
    “Rémy! Ally! Stop your infernal bickering!” Kate banged her hands on the table, rattling the china. “You are giving me a headache.” She pinched the bridge of her nose.
    “Sorry, Grand-mère,” Rémy said contritely.
    “Sorry, Kate,” I echoed.
    “Now, Ally, I’m afraid Rémy is correct: the Seer Council does view you three as the chosen ones. So do we, for that matter. The prophecy is clear about that, at least. The three of you have been chosen to usher in this new age of Seers. We are all trying to figure out what this will mean. I’m sorry. I know it is not what you want to hear.”
    “I never wanted any of this! Why would the prophecy choose me to be the Oracle? I’m going to be the worst Oracle ever!” I whined.
    Rémy got up, came over to my chair and pulled me up into his arms. “Shh, chérie.” We both laughed at his unconscious use of the endearment I despised. “You are going to be a great Oracle. I’m going to make sure of it.” We might fight like cats and dogs, but he was always there for me. I hugged him back and felt slightly better.
    We left two days later. We flew from Paris to Shannon, Ireland, approximately 85 kilometers from Galway. We rented a car and Fionnuala kept up a running monologue the entire way, telling us we would be staying with her a short distance from Galway. Long car rides always made me sleepy, so although I tried to stay awake so as not to seem rude, I eventually gave up and fell asleep on Rémy’s shoulder. I didn’t wake up until we were pulling into the circular driveway of a lovely gray stone house surrounded by a wild-looking garden, huge trees, and rocky fields. It wasn’t nearly as large as Rémy’s palatial estate, but it had an untamed charm that appealed to me. “This is your house, Fionnuala? It’s gorgeous!” I enthused.
    “Oh, thank you, Ally. My husband and I bought it after the birth of our first son. I hope you young people will enjoy your stay here. I’ve always loved living here.”
    I tried to wrap my mind around the fact that there was a Mr. Fionnuala, much less little Fionnualas and didn’t reply. Rémy snickered as he read this last thought, but said, “Thank you. I’m sure we will be very happy for our short visit.”
    “I don’t understand why you are in such a hurry to get back to the United States. I really think we deserve the same amount of time you gave to the French Council. It’s only fair,” she said huffily.
    “Fionnuala—” I warned. “We have talked about this. Two weeks is plenty of time. Stop bugging us to stay longer!”
    “Fine, fine,” she mumbled. I noticed Mina smiling to herself during the exchange. She didn’t say much, but she noticed everything.
    We unloaded our luggage and followed Fionnuala into her house. She showed Rémy to a bedroom at the top of the