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âI donât blame you. I didnât believe it at first, either,â he admitted and then gestured within her room. âMay I come in?â
She stepped aside and waved her arm in answer. She suspected he would not let her rest until theyâd had this discussion.
âIâm a practical person, Rey. I donât believe inââ
âLegends? Tales of a sacred space?â he immediately countered. âBut seeing is believing, isnât it?â
Disbelief propelled her to say, âYou want me to see this supposed alternate realm?â
âI want you to visit it with me. Tonight,â he said, but she detected a bit of unease in his voice and stance.
âIs there something youâre not telling me?â She walked back toward her bed, sat on its edge, forcing herself not to recall what had happened the last time they had been in such close proximity.
But Rey kept his distance. He folded his arms across his muscled chest and inclined his head as he peered at her, his gaze dark. Almost calculating. âVisiting the sacred space can beâ¦addictive. Rumor has it your father went there too often.â
âMy mother told me he would stay away for days at a time,â she admitted, but kept to herself the rest of her motherâs commentâthat Paolaâs father had seemed to be disappearing before her motherâs eyes. When her mother had first mentioned it, Paola had thought that her mother had been unwilling to face the fact that her husband might have been going into the arms of another woman. But after hearing her grandmother speak, it seemed as if it might have been something entirely different.
âWe are not supposed to stay that long or visit too often. We are not meant to live there, only to protect it,â Rey advised her without hesitation. He clearly understood and accepted whatever rules there were about that alternate world.
ââWeâ as in the Guardians?â she questioned, wanting to be sure she had comprehended what her grandmother had explained earlier during dinner.
Rey nodded. âThere are those amongst us who possess a different spirit. One that allows us to see beyond what is hereâto the other side. The more powerful of us can even travel from this place in time to the other. The Lopes family has always had the strongest spirits.â
âWhich is why my grandmother is the Priestess of the Guardians?â
With a nod, Rey said, âAre you prepared to go? To see for yourself?â
Paola was inclined not to believe their tales, but was also finding it hard to comprehend how so many people could be under the same delusions. Especially when they appeared otherwise sane. If such a place did exist, she needed to understand why her father had prized it above his wife and daughter.
There was the truth in a nutshell. The question she had asked herself time and again, much as she assumed her mother had: What had been more important to her father than his family?
But now there were so many other questions. What was expected of her now that she was here? If they wanted her to stay, would she be willing to leave the life she had made for herself back in New York?
Then of course there was Rey. Even now her insides clenched with need thanks to his presence. Could she just walk away from the way he made her feel?
So many questions and all without answers. She wasnât sure of anything after their earlier discussion, but she had to see what her legacy entailed. Then and only then would she begin to find answers to those questions.
âIâm ready to go.â
âDo you have a bathing suit? Itâs best to wear as little as possible to make the shift,â he advised.
âI donât.â She hadnât planned on this being a pleasure trip and so she hadnât packed a suit.
âWe have some spares near the pool out back. We can stop and get one,â he said and held out his hand in