Free The Breaker's Promise (YA Urban Fantasy) (Fixed Points Book 2) by Conner Kressley Page A

perfect that fate saw fit to bless her with the rarest of gifts, could have forsaken her birthright and allowed her flame to be extinguished so long before its time. And the only thing I can think of, the only thing that makes any sense at all, is that it’s your fault.” She pointed, jabbing her finger into my chest. “You got into her head somehow. You’re a disease, Cresta Karr. You may not be the Bloodmoon, but you ruin everything you touch just the same.”
    The backs of my eyes started to sting. Was she right? My mother was dead. My father was dead. Casper was an amnesiac who I would never see again. Owen and I were always a heartbeat away from running for our lives. And what the common denominator there? Me. No! Even if she was right, I couldn’t let her see it, not now. I would not cry in front of her. She didn’t deserve my tears.
    “You know, here I was feeling sorry for you,” I said, batting her finger away from me. “But you’re not in mourning for Wendy at all, are you? You’re in mourning for yourself! You know that now, nobody’s ever going to look at you and think you’re important or special. Nobody’s ever going to say ‘There goes Dahlia, the seer’s mother’. And that’s what you miss, isn’t it? Have you ever thought that, if you’d have treated Wendy less like a tool and more like your daughter, maybe she wouldn’t have been in such a hurry to get herself killed.”
    I regretted the words as soon as they were in the air. They were too real, too harsh. But by then it was too late. The look in Dahlia’s eyes was like the worst hurt you ever imagine plus lemon juice. I wasn’t surprised when she reared back and slapped me.
    “How dare you?!” She yelled.
    I couldn’t turn back now. I needed to remember why I came; for answers. “Who’s Mother’s man?” I asked.
    “What?” Dahlia scrunched her nose.
    “The man with the gray eyes. Who is the man with the gray eyes?”
    Her face cleared like a chalk outline on pavement after a rainstorm. “I…How did you..I have no idea what you’re talking about?”
    But she did know what I was talking about and, as I turned, leaving her to grief and her daughter’s grave, I knew what I had to do about it.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 7
Something Bad
     
    “You want us to break into Dahlia’s office? Have you lost your mind?” Owen’s electric blue eyes were wide and full of questions. He had paced grooves into the floor of my shared bedroom with Flora; who herself was sitting in the corner quietly, pulling at her hair like a nervous cat.
    “It’s a definite possibility,” I conceded, watching Owen settle in front of me.
    “Okay, okay,” he said, taking a deep breath. “Let me make sure I’ve got this right. You want us; the same us who have spent every waking minute of the last four months trying to fly under the radar, to risk everything and weasel our way into Dahlia’s office, just so you can find evidence that may or may not exist about a man, who also may or may not exist. And you’re basing all of this on the advice of a dead girl who came to you in a dream.”
    I waited a second, just long enough to let it all settle on Owen. “That’s about the sum of it,” I nodded. “Though, if you could have seen Dahlia’s face when I asked her about, you’d definitely agree with me.” I lifted my hands, trying to explain. “It was like fear.”
    “Perhaps you’ve misunderstood,” Flora said from the corner. “You’re actions seem irrational, and judging from what I’ve learned in my  Advanced Human Nature classes, people fear the irrational. So, how can I put this? Maybe you freaked her out.” Flora’s gorgeous hair was in tangles around her fingers, and she pulled at her shirt so much that it was little more than a creased purple rag at this point. But at least she was visible.
    “No, this was a different kind of fear; like she knew I knew something