The Seventh Immortal (Hearts of Amaranth #1) Read Free Page A

Hey!” a voice whispered.
“It's... It's you!”
    Kait stopped in her tracks. She glanced over
to her side to see a young man in a smart blue suit. He had black
hair, nearly styled and graying early at the temples. There were
dark circles under his brown eyes, and despite his neat dress, he
looked more than a bit disheveled.
    “ You know me?” Kait asked.
She tried to keep her expectations low.
    The man shook his head. “No, but I saw you,”
he replied. “I saw you in the courthouse. You... You got in the
service elevator, and I got in there with you. You were going to
the top floor.” He took a deep breath before asking what he really
wanted to ask. “It was you, wasn't it? You were the jumper.”
    Kait hesitated. What was she supposed to
say? She didn't want to have to explain how she was still alive—she
still didn't know the answer to that question—but this man was the
closest connection she had with her prior life. If he knew anything
about her, she needed that information.
    “ Yes, but we can't talk
about it here,” Kait finally replied. She motioned around her, to
the crowd milling around the courthouse. “And I don't know who you
are. I don't know if I can trust you.”
    The man stuck out his hand. “My name is
Spencer Smith, and I'm an attorney,” he said. “As for whether you
can trust me... You already have.”
    “ What?”
    “ You gave me
something.”
    Kait's heart pounded in her chest. This was
it. This was the lead she needed. “Let's go somewhere safe.”
    Spencer nodded. He took the lead, pulling
them away from the crowd and turning a corner, heading towards the
riverfront.
    They walked a few blocks deeper into the
city. Kait peered down every street they passed, afraid that
Spencer might be leading her into a trap. No matter what he said,
she couldn't fully trust that he had her best interest in mind.
    He led her to a cafe that was nearly empty.
It was a small—barely more than a hole in the wall under a towering
office building—with just a few tables far from the counter. This
was the ideal place for a clandestine meeting, and Kait wondered if
Spencer often used it to confer with his clients.
    Spencer picked out a booth near the window,
ordered a latte, and placed his briefcase on the table. “When you
jumped, I didn't think I would see you again,” Spencer said. “I
almost hoped that I wouldn't.”
    Unlocking the briefcase, he turned it to
face Kait. Then he opened it. Her eyes went wide when she saw what
was inside. There was a bank card, passport, and several thousand
dollars in cash. She reached inside and picked up the passport.
Glancing inside, she saw her own picture and name. Katrina Anne
Selias. Born September 2, 1987 in St. Louis, Missouri.
    Kait flicked through the other pages of the
passport, hoping they might give her some clue as to where she'd
been before. There were no stamps...but there was something written
on one of the pages. It was scrawled in handwriting that felt
almost familiar. Two sentences, but they barely meant anything to
Kait:
    Find the Gospels. Then you will
understand.
    Flipping the passport around, Kait showed
the writing to Spencer. “What do you think this means?”
    Spencer shrugged. “You're supposed to read
the Bible?” he asked.
    Kait considered this. She didn't think that
was the answer, and even brought more questions to mind about her
condition. Not all of her memories were gone. She knew what the
Bible was. More than that, she could speak and read, and probably
even write without complications. Her amnesia was entirely
specific, and barely seemed to affect her general knowledge of the
world.
    It was almost like she'd chosen what to
forget.
    Placing the passport back into the
briefcase, Kait shut it tight. “I gave all of this to you?”
    “ You said you might need it
later. When I found out that you jumped, I figured...”
    Kait looked up at him. “You thought the cash
was yours.”
    “ Hey!” Spencer said,
raising his hands.