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mother’s safe and she didn’t have his. Perfect.
    When he opened the safe, he was surprised to see a small black book among the cash there. He picked it up and immediately recognized it as the sacred book. Well, how did this get in there? I thought Ristéard had it hidden away somewhere. No one else had the combination to his safe. This lack of memory thing was becoming a nuisance, actually more of a worry now that he thought about it. He put the book back inside, grabbed some cash and closed the safe door. A few seconds later, he stood in the middle of the room he might be calling home for a while. He wasn’t quite sure how he was going to explain the cash he now had to his roommate without divulging a little about his ability. That wasn’t something he wanted to do. He’d just have to see how gullible his new companion was when he told him he’d forgotten about the secret pocket in his suit coat. Sure, that might fly, considering neither one of them could remember jack shit.
    Now that he was back in the straw-thatched bungalow in Bora Bora, Cael settled into bed, closed his eyes and thought about Stefan and Claire. He missed his friends. Was it their deaths that brought him to Bora Bora? If so, why bring this character Finn with him?
    It was going to take some time to figure it all out, but hey, he couldn’t think of a nicer place to be than here in paradise. Now that he had some money, maybe he and Finn should check out some of the local dives. No better way to get to know someone than to live and hang out with them for a while. Neither one of them had a passport, so he didn’t think Finn would be in any hurry to go anywhere any time soon. Might as well relax and enjoy the vacation and figure out just who this Finn was and why neither of them remembered anything.

Chapter 3
     
     
    For the umpteenth time over the past two weeks, Addie recited the words over and over again in her head, begging, pleading Cael, please remember me. Please remember you love me.
    Dragging her useless, helpless, and now rail-thin frame from the bed—their bed, his bed —she stumbled into the bathroom, hardly recognizing the person in the mirror. The sunken, dark eyes, her gaunt face with the now indented cheeks, only made her brown eyes look larger and more recessed, giving her face a hollow look. Well, that was fine, now her face matched her hollow and empty soul.
    She couldn’t work, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat. Gerry threatened to give her job to Darcy permanently if she didn’t snap out of it and get her rear end into the bar soon. She didn’t care. Why should she? Let Darcy have the damn job. She didn’t need it. She had her trust fund, didn’t she? She couldn’t face going in there, seeing all those people, everyone asking how she was getting along … without Cael—the unspoken part of the sentence. Well, how the hell did they think she was? She just lost the man she loved. Lost her dad the year before. Who would she lose next? Maia? The twins, who weren’t even born yet? Unthinkable. But, as the old saying went, bad things happened in threes. Maybe if she stayed home, away from other people, nobody else would die or disappear. Her family, friends, had all taken turns checking in on her, Darcy one day, Maia another. Gerry and Cael’s uncle Bart even stopped by. Once a day, someone would come knocking on her door, trying to coax her out of the house. “Not ready,” she’d say. “I need time.” How much time does a person normally require before they learn to cope with the loss of a loved one? Learn to cope? She didn’t want to learn to cope. Addie hadn’t had much time with Cael to begin with. She felt cheated and resentful that she didn’t get to love and enjoy her soul mate for any longer than only a few short months. According to Maia, Cael and Addie were fated. She and Cael had joked, laughing about it being a secret fate because of Addie’s secluded and sheltered childhood. Well, fate was cruel,