Free Men of the Cave (Symbol of Hope Series) by Marisette Burgess Page B

humans are not to know of our existence. Sometimes accidents happen.” I sneered at her.
    Kasey stopped in the middle of the hallway. She looked around. “Where’s your room?”
     “Do you not have to get back promptly?” I did not want her to see my room.
    She eyed me warily. “Nope, I think I have time to see your room.”
    “Ah… some other day.”
    “Why?”
    Something told me, she was not going to let me get out of this.
    “I am not the tidiest person.”
    “It’s okay; I’m not going to look at the mess. I don’t care,” she urged.
    “You cannot miss it. It is the door across from Max’s,” I said hesitant.
    She headed for the mahogany door and walked in.
    “Holy shit!”
    I lowered my head and followed her in.
    “Yes, I know, it is a mess.”
    She chuckled, “You are such an oddity. Why are their piles of cloths everywhere?”
    She walked around the room.
    “It is how I organize my clothes. See this pile is my clean colored cloths. That one is my dirty light colored cloths. These are the ones that need to go to a dry cleaner…”
    “Why don’t you put them away?”
    “I hate putting cloths away. I do a lot of ironing because of it. But who is going to change a two thousand year old habit.” I plopped onto my bed.
    “The room is decorated with an Astronomical theme. Do you like Astronomy?” she asked.
    “Yes, I love the stars. We have a big telescope on the roof. I shall take you up there sometime.”
     “Hmmm… all twenty-seven houses and to the roof to see the telescope. Seems like you’re going to have to take me many places,” she teased.
    “I would show you the world if you wished.” I enjoyed our line of conversation.
    “Interesting the world could be fun. Perhaps someday I will take you up on that.”
    “In due time, my dear,” I replied.
    Her demeanor changed and it seemed like some type of light turned on in her head.
    “Did John have any future visions of me?” she asked with a hint of suspicion in her voice. I sat up and got serious. What do I tell her? The truth or can I lie.
    “Yes.”
    “When?” she asked.
    Why did she have to ask me this?
    “The first day we heard you were coming to Deia and after you and I were conversing by the ocean,” I answered.
    “Wait, before you even met me?”
    “Yes.”
    “What did John see?” she asked again.
    “Kasey, maybe we should…”
    She interrupted me. “Dion, I have a right to know. Good or bad, what did he see?”
    Hesitant and ill feeling, I answered. “He saw us…and you…you told me you loved me.” I murmured the words.
    Her jaw dropped and her eyes stood still in shock. This was as uncomfortable for her as it was for me. How could she see this coming?
    “Oh, um…” She turned bright red. “I don’t know what to say.”
    “There is nothing you have to say. Let me take you home now?” I stood from the bed. I wanted nothing more than to give her a reassuring hug, but I held back.
    “I think that’s a great idea,” she whispered.
    We walked into the hall, down the stairs, out the front door, and into my Mini Cooper in utter silence. When we reached the end of the driveway she spoke again, “How much of what John sees comes true?”
    “All of it.” I looked straight at the road.
    “So fate is predestined no matter what?” she asked in disbelief.
    “Yes.”
    “Oh…” She did not like my reply. “Dion, What did Martin see?”
    “The first time he saw a man.”
    “What man?”
    “Martin described him as being our age with curly dirty blonde hair and tan.”
    Based on her expression I thought she recognized the man I was describing.
    “Kasey, let me explain John and Martin’s abilities, and perhaps you can better deal with their visions. In the beginning, after we awoke from our sleep, they struggled. They were unable to control the visions and an attack happened at any minute. They would get visions of death all the time. It took us many years of working together to try to help them learn