Sarah nodded, but it was clear that his words did little to steady her.<\/p>\n
Maravek walked beside her, and placed his hand on the small of her back.\u00a0 \u201cDid you know that everything happens for a reason?\u00a0 Sometimes it isn\u2019t one we understand.\u00a0 For instance, we\u2019re here in this room, but I don\u2019t know why.\u201d<\/p>\n
Despite the tears that streamed down the woman\u2019s face, that statement elicited a weary chortle.\u00a0 She dragged her wrist across her cheeks and shook her head.\u00a0 \u201cThat\u2019s my father\u2019s sister out there, but she\u2019s no family of mine.\u00a0 When she found out he passed, she showed up here almost immediately.\u00a0 But there was no sympathy, no compassion.\u00a0 She\u2019s trying to take everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you\u2019re his daughter,\u201d Maravek said.<\/p>\n
\u201cAn illegitimate one,\u201d Sarah revealed.\u00a0 \u201cMy father never married.\u00a0 In fact, I never knew my mother.\u00a0 But he was always such a wonderful man.\u00a0 We had our struggles, of course, but I never truly wanted for anything.\u00a0 He must have left a will to protect me, but I\u2019ve been too out of sorts to even begin looking for it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, I\u2019ll tell you what.\u00a0 You let me do the worrying about his nightmares.\u00a0 I\u2019ll find out why he went down such a dark path.\u00a0 If you don\u2019t mind, I\u2019d like to start investigating his room.\u00a0 This is it, right\/\u201d<\/p>\n
The young lady took a deep breath.\u00a0 \u201cYes.\u00a0 It\u2019s one of the only places I still feel\u2026 comfortable.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maravek arched his eyebrow at that statement, but placed his hand on her shoulder and guided her to the side so that he could pass her.\u00a0 He opened the door, and saw Enzo upon the settee, making his best attempt at avoiding eye contact with Wylas\u2019s sister.<\/p>\n
With a smile on his face, the dreamwalker snapped his fingers.\u00a0 \u201cWould you come here for a moment?\u201d<\/p>\n
He had never seen someone so eager to leave a room.\u00a0 Enzo sprung up from his seat and made his way down the short hallway.\u00a0 He received a pat on the back for his hasty efforts.<\/p>\n
\u201cMiss Sarah, this is my dear friend, Enzo.\u00a0 He was the one who told me of your plight, and he\u2019s also the reason that you were my first stop.\u00a0 I\u2019ll need to concentrate while I\u2019m looking about, but he shall keep you company while I work.\u00a0 No one should have to be alone at a time like this.\u201d<\/p>\n
She offered up a weary smile, but couldn\u2019t maintain eye contact with the bartender.\u00a0 His gesture was just as sheepish, and neither was lost to Maravek, who sorted through the items atop the tables and dressers.\u00a0 Most were nondescript papers and scraps, just trash that appeared to be the remnants of a herald\u2019s illumination.\u00a0 There was one symbol that Maravek saw more often than the rest though: a red diamond\u2014and it was often found beneath other stacks of scraps and baubles.<\/p>\n
That discovery seemed all the more unnerving in the silence of the room.\u00a0 He turned to the others, who were sitting beside one another on the bed then.\u00a0 \u201cEnzo, why don\u2019t you tell Miss Sarah how you and I came to know one another?\u201d<\/p>\n
The bartender\u2019s eyebrows went up as he grew enlightened to Maravek\u2019s plan.\u00a0 \u201cYou, yes.\u00a0 Of course.\u00a0 Well, I\u2026 when I was younger, a little over ten years ago, I grew terribly ill.\u00a0 I passed out along the harbor and hit my lip on the way down.\u00a0 When they fished me out of the river, I was a bloody mess\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Sarah nodded, but it was clear that his words did little to steady her. Maravek walked beside her, and placed his hand on the small of her back.\u00a0 \u201cDid you know that everything happens for a reason?\u00a0 Sometimes it isn\u2019t one we understand.\u00a0 For instance, we\u2019re here in this room, but I don\u2019t know why.\u201d […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p1UVey-14Z","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/tellest.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4153"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/tellest.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/tellest.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tellest.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tellest.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4153"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/tellest.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4153\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4154,"href":"https:\/\/tellest.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4153\/revisions\/4154"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/tellest.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4153"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tellest.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4153"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tellest.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4153"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}