See How She Falls by Michelle Graves Page B

sense of self-preservation had kicked in, causing me to find humor in
things that shouldn’t be funny.
    Aberto
responded by handing me the phone and rolling his eyes. “Make the calls.”
    I
stared at the phone momentarily, trying to remember the numbers. Pulling myself
back from near mania, the numbers finally came back to my mind. I entered them
in, hoping beyond hope that Damali would answer.
    “Hello?”
Damali’s voice sounded unsure.
    “Damali.
It’s Izzy. I wanted to let you know that we have uncovered what the darkness is
and to ask if you might be able to help with what’s coming.” The only sound on
the other end of the call was a sharp intake of breath that I would have easily
missed had I not been paying close attention.
    “What
is it you think is coming, dear?” The condescension practically dripped from
her every word.
    “Sonneillon.”
I wanted to see if she knew who or what it was before I said more.
    “You
are obviously ill-equipped to be in the position that Isadora left you.
Sonneillon is a myth, a story, a demon. I will be no part of whatever this is.
I believe you seek to find approval and attention through these dramatic acts.
Once you have real evidence of what is coming, then you may call me again.”
With that, the call was ended.
    “Well,
looks like she isn’t going to be much help. She didn’t even believe me.” I
stared at the phone in disbelief. That woman had promised me just a few days
before to help me in any way she could and now she just dismissed me.
    “You
still have one more Seer to address.” Conall’s calm voice broke through my
thoughts and brought me back to reality.
    “Yeah,
flighty Francesca is probably going to be a TON of help," Molly quipped.
    “I
have to try. I promised to keep them informed. Maybe she will surprise
us," I supplied, hopefully. “Here goes nothing.”
    I
picked up the phone to dial Francesca’s number, when the phone began ringing in
my hand. I held it out for Aberto to answer.
    “She
needs to come NOW!” I heard a voice shout through the phone. “Oh, and in
person. No more soul travel!” 
    “It
seems your presence is required by the Order. Are you willing to oblige them?”
Aberto asked.
    I
looked over at Kennan who gave me the “It’s up to you” look.
    “Only
if everyone in this room comes as well.” Ian had a lot of built up resentment
toward these people and I wanted to find out why. What better way to figure it
out than to have him there?
    “Not
a chance, Izzy. There is a lot that I will do for you, but don’t ask this.” Ian
turned and walked from the room not waiting for a response. So much for that
theory. Looked like he wouldn’t be mending any emotional fences any time soon.
“What about you, you staying or going?”  I asked Molly.
    “You
know he won’t let me go if he doesn’t, and I won’t push him on this. I want to
be there with you, but I can’t. Looks like the four of you will be handling
this on your own.” Molly wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close. “Promise
me you will be careful, don’t do anything reckless.”
    “I
promise that I will try not to do anything reckless.” I squeezed her tightly,
not wanting to let her go. As I pulled away, she left the room, unable to look
back. I sighed, trying to pull my thoughts back to the present.
    “I
still need to call Francesca, even if we are going to the nut house again. I
have to see what she says.”
    Aberto
handed the phone back to me after ending his call with what I could only assume
was Sena. She seemed to be my aunt’s right hand woman. Or maybe she was her
personal assistant. I had no idea how their whole system worked. Looking down
at the phone in my hand, my hope was that this call went better than the last
had.
    “Yes?” 
Francesca answered.
    “Hi,
Francesca. This is Izzy.” She interrupted me before I was even able to utter the
rest of my greeting.
    “Please
do not think that I will believe this nonsense any more than Damali