The Reverence of One: Book Three of the Shadow Series Read Free Page B

inside of a doorway of what he thought might be an old abandoned storefront. Thad could see that it was the same Native American man that he’d seen in each of the same visions before, only this time, there was one difference.
    As the man reached out to the young girl, she took a step backward, and though he couldn’t see her face, he could tell by her body language that it was something that she didn’t want him to do. The man rested a hand on her shoulder and smiled in a not-quite-right way at the girl. A burst of red and blue light erupted from the doorway, obscuring Thad’s vision and forcing him to lose sight of both of them. The light lasted a fraction of a second and in that amount of time, both the girl and the man had vanished.
    The vision ended abruptly and Thad, out of breath, pulled out a stool and took a seat. He’d had visions all his life, but never anything like this. Never had what was, in essence, the same vision come to him over and over with such frequency. He didn’t think that he’d ever seen the girl before, and he knew he’d never seen the Native American male. Confused and a little concerned, he decided to call his father.
    As the phone was ringing , he jotted down a couple of notes, something he tried to do after the more moving and intense visions. He was only able to get two words down before someone picked up on the other end.
    “Hello?” said a female voice.
    “Hey , Mom.”
    “Thadeus! How good to hear from you, especially since you only live twenty minutes away,” his mother replied in a sarcastic tone.
    Thad rolled his eyes. “I know, Mom. I’m sorry. I’ve been busy.”
    “Yeah, yeah,” she replied with a forced laugh .
    Before she could scold him anymore, he began to speak. “Is Dad home?”
    “ Yes, but I wanted to talk to you for a little bit.”
    Struggling not to be short with his mother, Thad replied. “I know, Mom. I want to talk to you, too. But I need to talk to Dad real quick, okay?”
    He could hear his mom pull away from the phone and take a breath.
    “Elijah!” she shouted. “Your son’s on the phone!”
    Thad’s pulse quickened as his mother’s voice carried. The subject of his visions was something that his father had never really enjoyed or understood. Just the same, he needed his dad’s fatherly advice.
    “Hello, boy.”
    “Hey,” Thad stopped to cough. “Hey, Dad, how’s it going?”
    “Okay. You’re M om’s got me busy doing stuff around the house.”
    He heard a towel snap followed by his dad chuckling into the phone.
    Elijah let out a deep breath bef ore he spoke again. “You gettin ’ sick?” he asked.
    “No, Dad,” replied Thad, his voice wavering. “I needed to talk to you about something.”
    There was a brief silence on the other line.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “I know you don’t like to talk about it, but—“
    “You know how I feel about that, son,” interrupted Elijah, immediately knowing what was causing the stress in his son’s voice.
    The air rushed from Thad’s lungs. “I know, but this is different.”
    Once again there was a short silence.
    “Talk to me then.”
    His father’s shortness irritating him, he briefly contemplated hanging up, but the need for advice overrode that desire.
    “I’ve been having this vision, the same one over and over again. There’s this girl and an Indian in it every time.”
    “So, what are they doing?” asked Elijah.
    “I’m not sure. I want to say it’s a drug deal, but I don’t know for sure.”
    “Do you know where the visions happening?”
    “No, I can’t tell,” replied Thad.
    Elijah took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Well, son, I’m not sure what it is that you want me to say?”
    Suddenly feeling like a five year old child again, he felt ashamed of the gift that he had inherited. “I just thought that maybe you knew something…you know, maybe something like this happened to Grandpa Cliff?”
    “Now, Thad, you know I never knew that man. Outside of