Free All You Desire by Kirsten Miller Page A

the palazzo, Iain tucked Haven’s scarf into her collar and filled her coat pockets with snacks he’d purchased along the way. Haven didn’t tell him they’d never be eaten. There was too much on her mind to worry about food.
    Hours later, Haven’s stomach remained empty, but her head had filled with terrible thoughts. Church bells were tolling two o’clock when her phone began to ring. Thinking it must be Iain calling from the train, she answered without bothering to check the number.
    â€œHaven Moore? That you?” Haven recognized Leah Frizzell’s nasal mountain drawl in an instant. She and Leah had grown up together in east Tennessee. Both had been outcasts in tiny Snope City, but Leah would have stood out in any town. Raised in a family of snake handlers, the girl had been granted the gift of prophecy. Like Haven, she knew how it felt to possess abilities that frightened lesser folk. They could have been—should have been—friends from the start. But when Haven had looked at the scrawny redhead who paired old-fashioned dresses with combat boots, she’d seen the same freak everyone else saw. For years, Haven hadn’t bothered to find out what lay beneath Leah’s eccentric exterior. It was a mistake she had come to regret.
    During Haven’s encounter with Adam Rosier and the Ouroboros Society, Snope City’s town freak had proven to be a critical ally. Now she and Haven were full-fledged friends. Leah was one of the three people Haven trusted with her secrets—and one of the six people on earth who knew Iain Morrow was alive. Leah was special—even more special than Haven had realized at first. Over the months, Haven had discovered that there were others who shared her own ability to peer into the past. But Leah was still the only person she’d ever met who was able to see the future.
    â€œLeah, thank God you called! Beau’s missing!” Haven blurted out.
    â€œI heard.” Haven had never known Leah to mince words or indulge in small talk. She got right to the point and said what she thought—no more, and no less. It was a trait that took some getting used to.
    â€œHave you seen something? What was I thinking?! I should have phoned you at Duke days ago!” Haven said, scrambling for any scrap of hope. Her desperation was so obvious that two passersby cast pitying looks in her direction. “Do you know where Beau is? Can you tell me how to find him?”
    â€œSlow down, Haven,” Leah urged. “Mama just called to tell me Beau’s vanished. Too bad she doesn’t get into town very often—the news has been all over Snope City for days. But nobody seems to know much else. I thought you might be able to fill in a few blanks for me.”
    Haven opened her mouth, but all that emerged was a sob.
    â€œHaven? You okay?”
    â€œHe met someone online,” Haven explained through her tears. “A guy who claimed his name was Roy Bradford. He said he’d known Beau in another life, and he invited him up to New York. I should have stopped Beau from going, but I didn’t even try.”
    â€œBeau went to visit some man he met on the Internet ? And you didn’t try to talk him out of it?” Leah asked.
    â€œYou’re right, it was stupid! But he knew Beau in fourteenth-century Florence. I was Beau’s sister when they first met. I’ve seen bits and pieces of that life myself, so I know he was telling the truth about some of the stuff he said. Beau thought Roy Bradford might be his soul mate. I should have realized that the guy might be dangerous.”
    â€œSo you think you met Roy Bradford in person in one of your previous lives?” Leah asked.
    â€œHis name then was Naddo. I may have met him, but I can’t remember!”
    â€œOkay, Haven. Don’t go getting all hysterical,” Leah said. “We’re starting to make a bit of progress here. I had a vision of you last