Pure Blood (Time Spirit Trilogy, #3) Read Free Page B

moving!”
    He ignored his mother’s shocked expression
and pulled Rosie up the stairs. The speech he had planned on the
trip home would have to wait. He was worried the bile of expletives
in his throat would be too acidic to hold a civil discussion
anyway. Before he confronted his mother on her past he needed to
make sure his family would stay where they were in the present.
This had happened too many times before. Rosie’s tears, his demands
and Bryan’s subtle attempts always seemed to be in vain. Within the
month they were packed up and gone. That just wasn’t an option this
time.
    As he softly talked Rosie out of her tears,
his mind fled to Gemma. There was no way he was leaving her. After
all they had been through it was not going to end with him moving
to DC. He didn’t care that it was still the same coastline and
probably easily drivable, if he didn’t get to see her nearly
everyday, it was too far.
    Pulling the phone from his back pocket, he
bunched up the pillows behind Rosie’s head and flicked on the
TV.
    “You calling Gemma?”
    “Yeah.” He found her number as he scrolled
the channels for something good.
    “Hey, that was quick?” Gemma’s voice calmed
his nerves.
    “Yeah, well, we’ve got another problem now.”
He dropped the remote beside him and heard Rosie snort with disgust
at his choice of Mythbusters.
    “What’s happened?”
    “She wants to move again.” He flicked Rosie’s
arm away as she tried to reach for the remote then coughed at the
fist in his stomach.
    “You okay?”
    “Yeah, just trying to eradicate a pest. Hold
on.” Grabbing Rosie’s wrist, he wrestled for the remote.
    “Let go!”
    “Would you… Rosie!”
    He could hear Gemma’s laughter and gave up,
slumping back onto his pillows and grimacing as Rosie turned up the
volume on Keeping up with the Kardashians.
    “Okay, that’s it. I’m gone.” Rolling off the
bed, he slumped out of his room and found solace on Justin’s lower
bunk bed.
    “Do you think they’ll go through with it?”
Gemma’s laughter had diminished as his news sunk in. He could hear
the worry in her voice.
    “I don’t know.” He sighed, feeling
exhausted.
    “But I don’t want you to move.”
    He smiled at Gemma’s child like voice. “Don’t
worry, sweetie. I’m not going anywhere.”
    “So, I take it you haven’t raised your
parentage issue yet?”
    “No, I’m thinking I’ll save that up until
we’ve won this moving battle.”
    “I wonder what she’s searching for?”
    “What do you mean?” Harrison sat up.
    “Well, it’s like she goes to a town, can’t
find what she’s looking for so moves on. You said she worked with
old documents, maybe she’s hoping for a letter or some sort of sign
that Nathaniel doesn’t hate her. He was a writer, you know.”
    “Why would Nathaniel hate her?”
    “Because she left him, remember?”
    Harrison nodded and fell back onto the
pillows to listen to Gemma’s theories.
    “She’s probably spent her entire life feeling
guilty for leaving him, not to mention missing him. If she even
feels half of what Nathaniel obviously did, it must have torn her
apart to leave. Not to mention the fact that less than a year later
he dies of who knows what… possibly a broken heart. You can’t tell
me she wouldn’t have researched every facet of his life from back
here. She probably knows exactly what happened to him… and what’s
the bet it’s not pretty.”
    Harrison’s brain pumped with Gemma’s words.
The anger at his mother diminished and was replaced with a heavy
sorrow. He tried to imagine what it must have been like for her,
living with the burden.
    “I wonder what made her leave?”
    “It must have been something pretty huge.
Maybe her life was in danger. Remember how we read that stuff about
witchcraft? Maybe they were after her?”
    “Man, I can’t believe it. I can’t believe my
mother is one of you guys.”
    Gemma chuckled and dropped another
bombshell.
    “Which means you