Tesser: A Dragon Among Us (A Reemergence Novel) by Chris Philbrook Page A
Authors: Chris Philbrook
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stone has amethyst in it," Abe said testing the waters.
Tesser's face lost some of its color. He looked odd pale.
Mr. Doyle quickly took over the conversation. "I thought you said these people were your brothers and sisters. You speak of this Kaula as if she were your lover. I don't think your definition of siblings, or what is appropriate to do with them, is the same as it is where I am from." Mr. Doyle tried humor.
The sudden spark of hatred in Tesser's eyes spoke clearly. "Mind your comments about Kaula and my kind, Mr. Doyle. You tread on very thin ice when you speak of this, and I assure you, there will be no one strong enough to pull you out of the frigid waters of my anger."
Abe and Mr. Doyle swallowed nervously. The golden-eyed man's threat carried considerable weight in the quiet room. Only after a car horn in traffic honked outside did anyone dare to speak.
"I—I'm sorry. It was not my intent to offend."
Tesser kept a scowl for another few moments before relaxing. "Thank you. And I am sorry. Your news has disturbed me. I must contact Kaula immediately, and I don't think I can do it alone. Have you a spell of distant communication? Something that can connect two minds over great distances? It is unlikely she is anywhere close to me."
Mr. Doyle leaned forward, afraid no longer. "Yes I do, but it hasn't worked in nearly three years. I've been forced to use only the telephone. I fear the government has been eavesdropping on my most private of conversations."
Tesser sat his cup down. "Your spell will work with me helping, of that you can be sure. Begin your preparations please. I have put this off far long enough. Abe, I need to return to the pizzeria to let them know I can't work tonight. Will you accompany me?"
Abe nodded without thinking.
Mr. Doyle stood, leaving his half drunk cup of coffee on the table. His joint pain was long forgotten. His heart was filled with a youthful enthusiasm.
I haven’t been this excited since the summer of 1936 when we hunted down that werewolf in Belgium. Now THAT was a rush.
Chapter Seventeen
Matty Rindahl
Matty's left forearm burned.
Fucking commute is going to burn me to a crisp. Man, I hate my skin tone. I need to get some SPF one gazillion on my way home tonight.
The Project Amethyst facility was north of Boston, just off Interstate 93, and just short of the New Hampshire border. Matty rarely drove, so the adjustment to a commute had been an unpleasant one, despite her brand new car. She and Max had driven up to the lakes in central New Hampshire several times, but that had been the extent of her I-93 experience.
It'd also help if I didn't put my damn arm out the window to surf the air all the time either.
Matty sat down in her own office. Her first office. Ground floor. It wasn't on the corner but it had a view of a small pond in the back of the building. The transfer from the main labs to the Amethyst project had been good for her. She'd received a promotion from Lab Technician 2 to Senior Project Analyst. The title came with another 15 grand a year, a large office, a company phone, and a ton more responsibility.
So far, all she'd done is organize her new large office, at an additional seven bucks an hour.
"Miss Rindahl?" A man's voice called out from her office door.
Matty had her back to the door, filing away blank forms that she'd need at some point in her near future. "Yes, can I help you?"
"That is why you're here," the man replied.
Oh, shit. I know that voice.
Matty turned and immediately recognized the man standing in the frame of her open door. It was Alec Fitzgerald. Multi-millionaire, genius, male model and, most importantly, her boss. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Fitzgerald. That was a bit unprofessional of me." Matty straightened out her slacks and put on her best smile.
"I didn't hire you for the smile, but I'm certainly glad it came with your talents," Alec said, walking into the office. He wore a crisp, blue button-down shirt with a
Tesser's face lost some of its color. He looked odd pale.
Mr. Doyle quickly took over the conversation. "I thought you said these people were your brothers and sisters. You speak of this Kaula as if she were your lover. I don't think your definition of siblings, or what is appropriate to do with them, is the same as it is where I am from." Mr. Doyle tried humor.
The sudden spark of hatred in Tesser's eyes spoke clearly. "Mind your comments about Kaula and my kind, Mr. Doyle. You tread on very thin ice when you speak of this, and I assure you, there will be no one strong enough to pull you out of the frigid waters of my anger."
Abe and Mr. Doyle swallowed nervously. The golden-eyed man's threat carried considerable weight in the quiet room. Only after a car horn in traffic honked outside did anyone dare to speak.
"I—I'm sorry. It was not my intent to offend."
Tesser kept a scowl for another few moments before relaxing. "Thank you. And I am sorry. Your news has disturbed me. I must contact Kaula immediately, and I don't think I can do it alone. Have you a spell of distant communication? Something that can connect two minds over great distances? It is unlikely she is anywhere close to me."
Mr. Doyle leaned forward, afraid no longer. "Yes I do, but it hasn't worked in nearly three years. I've been forced to use only the telephone. I fear the government has been eavesdropping on my most private of conversations."
Tesser sat his cup down. "Your spell will work with me helping, of that you can be sure. Begin your preparations please. I have put this off far long enough. Abe, I need to return to the pizzeria to let them know I can't work tonight. Will you accompany me?"
Abe nodded without thinking.
Mr. Doyle stood, leaving his half drunk cup of coffee on the table. His joint pain was long forgotten. His heart was filled with a youthful enthusiasm.
I haven’t been this excited since the summer of 1936 when we hunted down that werewolf in Belgium. Now THAT was a rush.
Chapter Seventeen
Matty Rindahl
Matty's left forearm burned.
Fucking commute is going to burn me to a crisp. Man, I hate my skin tone. I need to get some SPF one gazillion on my way home tonight.
The Project Amethyst facility was north of Boston, just off Interstate 93, and just short of the New Hampshire border. Matty rarely drove, so the adjustment to a commute had been an unpleasant one, despite her brand new car. She and Max had driven up to the lakes in central New Hampshire several times, but that had been the extent of her I-93 experience.
It'd also help if I didn't put my damn arm out the window to surf the air all the time either.
Matty sat down in her own office. Her first office. Ground floor. It wasn't on the corner but it had a view of a small pond in the back of the building. The transfer from the main labs to the Amethyst project had been good for her. She'd received a promotion from Lab Technician 2 to Senior Project Analyst. The title came with another 15 grand a year, a large office, a company phone, and a ton more responsibility.
So far, all she'd done is organize her new large office, at an additional seven bucks an hour.
"Miss Rindahl?" A man's voice called out from her office door.
Matty had her back to the door, filing away blank forms that she'd need at some point in her near future. "Yes, can I help you?"
"That is why you're here," the man replied.
Oh, shit. I know that voice.
Matty turned and immediately recognized the man standing in the frame of her open door. It was Alec Fitzgerald. Multi-millionaire, genius, male model and, most importantly, her boss. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Fitzgerald. That was a bit unprofessional of me." Matty straightened out her slacks and put on her best smile.
"I didn't hire you for the smile, but I'm certainly glad it came with your talents," Alec said, walking into the office. He wore a crisp, blue button-down shirt with a
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