stairs and then took Mina and me to the bedroom across the hall, which we would share. It was different than the luxury I had experienced in Rouen, but I actually felt more comfortable; it was much more like my real life. Fionnuala told us to unpack and make ourselves at home until dinner, so I heaved my giant suitcase on my bed and flopped next to it, not wanting to face the chore of unpacking yet. Mina, of course, had already opened hers and begun unloading piles of clothing. Ugh! Why did she have to be so industrious and perfect?
“Mina! Stop working. Let’s explore!” I begged. “We’ve been cooped up in a plane and a car all day! Come on!”
She smiled slightly. “Give me ten minutes. I want to unpack first.”
I threw myself back on the bed, blowing a breath out. “Whatever.”
Rémy poked his head in the door. “Come on, you two. Let’s get some fresh air while we have a look around the grounds.”
I hopped up eagerly. “I’m ready, but Mina is being a busy little worker bee. Make her stop, Rémy.”
He chuckled at my childishness. “I can’t make her do anything, chérie. Why don’t we let her join us when she is ready? Maybe she needs a few moments to herself without your constant chattering.”
“Hey!” I punched him lightly on his arm. “Don’t be mean. All right, let’s go. Mina, see you at dinner, okay?” She simply nodded. I waited until we were outside to ask, “Is it just me, or is she the most reserved person you’ve ever met? She barely talks!”
“And you never stop, so you should be great friends.”
“Nice, Rémy. Thanks a lot.”
He laughed. “I’m kidding. Mostly. But I agree: she is very reserved. It may be difficult to get to know her well, but we must try, nevertheless. She is bound to us somehow. I don’t understand it any more than you.”
“She’s really pretty—” I let it hang out there, waiting for him to respond.
He rolled his eyes. “We are not having that conversation. I’ve told you before I don’t need your help finding dates. Besides,” he put his arm around my neck and pulled me to him, mussing my hair in a horrible big-brother way, “if you’re the Oracle and I’m the Shield, then that would make her the Heart of the Oracle. You think she’s pretty, so—”
“So, I’m supposed to dump Jack in favor of Mina? Wow, if only I were a lesbian. Sorry, but the prophecy is whacked in that regard. And you may not want to have the conversation, but you can’t deny the chemistry between you and Mina.” I ducked out from under his arm and tried to straighten my hair.
“You are imagining things, chérie. I’m a man.” He shrugged. “I look the same way at any beautiful girl.”
“Aha! So you admit she’s beautiful!” I exclaimed triumphantly.
“I never thought to deny it. Mina is very beautiful. So are you, for that matter. Why did you dislike her when we first met her?”
Crap. It was really inconvenient to have him in my mind whenever he wanted. I still wasn’t very good at keeping him out. “Oh, I don’t know. She shows up all of sudden and I’m supposed to instantly like her?”
“You were jealous, maybe? You have no reason to be jealous of her looks, but perhaps you are jealous of her power?”
“God, it’s hard to be mad at you when you insult and compliment me in the same sentence.” He smirked as I continued. “What is her power, anyway? Fionnuala says she’s as powerful as me, but I haven’t seen anything at all. Have you?”
He shook his head and stared out over the rugged landscape surrounding the house. “No. I sensed great power in her when we touched for the first time, but I still don’t have any idea what it is. Hopefully we can find out while we are here in Ireland.”
I looked around to make sure we were alone. “Do you trust her? Should we trust her?”
He shrugged again. “I don’t know. Time will tell.”
“I hope we can. I feel bad about not liking her in the beginning. She seems so sad
Monica Murphy, Bill Wasik
The Time of the Hunter's Moon