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Chapter Six Hundred-twelve: The making of a Grand Master (part two)


(part two)

Alex grinned at him.

“He exists?” John asked.

Alex nodded.

“What’s he like?” John asked.

“Amazing,” Alex said. “Beautiful. Gorgeous to look at and… I don’t know, he has this sense of goodness about him. The goodness of the sea, I guess. I felt so safe, sort of like loved but more like this sense that I actually existed. I don’t know how to explain it.”

John gave her a searching look, and she shrugged.

“Why did you see him?” John asked.

“His daughter is Mari took us there without the Goddesses knowing,” Alex said. “Mari is Edie sister. Manannàn is Edie’s father, too.”

John fell back against the bed board. Edie was married to his just-older-than-him brother, James.

“Okay, my mind is blown,” John said. “You think Jimmy knows?”

“I do,” Alex said.

“Sneaky bastard,” John said, with a grin.

“Sometime in prehistory, Manannàn tasked his people to create a library of important documents from history,” Alex said. “I spent a very long time, felt like days, reading ancient books and maps about this quest for the Templar hoard.”

“Nelson has an eidetic memory,” John said.

“He’s amazing,” Alex said. “He sucked up the information like a vacuum cleaner. I have to tell you, we were right in the middle of this quest. I have no idea how I ended back here.”

John gave Alex a saucy grin.

“Oh yes,” Alex said with a smile. “I’m sure you’re right.”

He moved toward her at the same time their daughter, Máire, screams could be heard over the baby monitor.

“Mommy! Mommy! I want my Mommy!” Máire screamed.

Alex looked at John.

“She’s always inconsolable the first night you’re gone on mission,” John said. “But then, we all are.”

“It’s a huge sacrifice,” Alex said.

“One we are well prepared to make,” John said with a nod.

They slipped out opposite sides of the bed at the same time and began dressing.

“Wyatt was ill this evening,” John said. “He thought that he picked it up when he was at the kids’ school for reading time. Seemed like the flu. I would expect…”

Joey, Máire’s fraternal twin, squealed as Máire threw up.

“I’m glad you’re here,” John said with a grin as he pulled on his pajamas.

“Me too,” Alex said. “For vomit and diarrhea and all.”

He held her tight for a brief moment before they left their bedroom to help their twins with the flu.

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