Ceaseless by Abbi Glines Page A

was sacred. She held the knot in her hand and I felt an odd sense of power at having her hands on it again.
                   “It’s a Celtic knot. Why did you choose this?” She asked looking up at me with intrigue in her eyes.
                   “Someone gave it to me,” I explained waiting to see if any of this clicked with her. She ran her thumb over the cool metal.
                   “The knot is never ending,” she said quietly as if she was repeating a memory to herself.
                   I didn’t respond. I didn’t want to interrupt any small memory that may be trying to break through.  She dropped her hand from my chest and turned and walked away from me. That hadn’t been what I was expecting.
                   “What’s wrong?” I asked almost afraid to speak.
                   She shrugged and I heard a small sniffle. Dammit she was crying. Why was she crying? I took two long strides until I was standing behind her and I pulled her back against my chest. “Why are crying?” I asked gently.
                   She took a deep breath and shook her head, “I don’t know.” She reached up and wiped away the tears on her cheeks. “I just suddenly wanted to cry. It was weird. I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
                   Hope. I had hope. The  Celtic  knot was triggering something inside her.
     
     
     
     

 
    Pagan
                   Dank was going to think I was an idiot. The lump that had formed in my throat the moment I held  the necklace  in my hands had been odd. I had to ask about it and he talked about it with such reverence  in  his voice I couldn’t fight back the sob. My eyes had instantly filled with tears. How crazy was that?
                   Surprisingly enough he wasn’t calling  security  to haul me out of here. He was holding me.  Was this guy even real?  Most guys would have  written  me off as a lunatic. His arms were tightly wrapped around me. I rested my head back on his chest and enjoyed it. Something was comforting about letting him hold me. I  felt  safe.
                   “We go onstage soon. Will you come watch me from the side of the stage? I’ d  like  to be  able to look over and see you safely away from the crowd out there. This is one of the wilder clubs we play.”
                   His protective streak should annoy me. I just met the guy… but it didn’t. I liked it. Had Jay ever been protective? Had anyone ever been protective  of me  other than my mother?
                    “Okay. What about Miranda and Gee?” I asked still standing with my back to his chest and his arms firmly around me.
                   “They can stay too if they like. They’re welcome to walk around or stand with you. Gee knows the out of bounds places.”
                   That was something I wanted answered. Who was Gee to him? “How do you know Gee? I thought the first time I saw you that you two might be a couple but I’ve figured out that isn’t the case.”
                   Dank turned me around to face him. “Gee is one of the oldest friends I have.”
                   That was a weird way of saying it. Did he mean they’d been friends a long time? Like since they were kids? I opened my  mouth  to ask when the door opened and in came  guys that looked like I expected guys in a  rock band  to look like.
                   “Fuck man, I was pissed when  they  told  me  you threw the blond  hottie  out ,  but day-um ,   B ud,  no wonder ,  if she was busting up this shit.” A guy with long  blond dreadlocks pulled back in a ponytail  and dark brow n  eyes rimmed with red  as if  he’d had very little sleep or maybe smoked a few too many joints ,   openly  appraised