Hunting Shadows (Shadow Series #3)

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Joel was the owner of the East End, the bar where the Henchmen usually played, and
     he was probably sick about the money he was losing by the band not playing there since
     the y drew huge crowds.
    “It’s probably not the best idea,” Simon answered, seemingly not finding it odd that
     Grant had reverted back to speaking to him normally. “Let’s see how the next few days
     go. I know everyone wants things to go back to normal, but we can’t just ignore everything
     that’s happened.”
    Grant seemed to accept Simon’s answer and didn’t push the matter any further.
    “That reminds me,” Sarah interrupted. “Jenny texted me. She wants to know when we
     can get together now that we’re virus-free.”
    “Tell her and Marcus to come over tomorrow night . I can make dinner.” I glanced at Simon, expecting him to protest, but he just kept
     silent. I wondered if he was remembering my frustration with him this morning. Now
     that we knew my father wasn’t close by, I didn’t see any need to keep our distance
     from Marcus and Jenny. They w ere our best friends, after all, and Ryan would be able to sense if they were overtaken
     by their vardogers.
    We went our separate ways again after lunch with the agreement to meet at the apartment
     in the late afternoon.
    “What’s next?” I asked Grant.
    “I have a group meeting for one of my class projects at the library.” I opened my
     mouth to speak, but before I could say anything Grant held up one hand . “You can’t join the group. There’s no way I can explain why I have two bodyguards trailing me around everywhere. Especially when one bodyguard is a small female. ”
    I rolled my eyes. “I was just going to say that we’ ll sit at a table near you. Don’t worry, we’re not going to horn in on your group.”
    When we got to the library, Ryan and I sat at a table positioned so that Grant was
     directly in our sights. The first floor of the library was abuzz with conversation from the tables that were filled with students. It was the one area of the library where you didn’t have to be quiet, and
     as a result it was a common place for students to gather to study together.
    Despite all the noise, I was acutely aware that this was the first time I had been
     alone with Ryan. We didn’t speak for a while as we just sat there, listening to the conversations
     around us. Ryan was the one to break the silence.
    “How are you coping with all of this?” His voice was quiet, sounding even more hushed
     in comparison to the loud voices around him.
    “I don’t know,” I replied honestly. “I’m too busy worrying to think much about anything else.”
    I glanced at him and saw that he was watching me. “What about you?”
    “I’ve had a lot more preparation for this than you have. I’ve spent my entire life
     knowing what my destiny was. And I still struggle with it sometimes. So I can’t imagine
     what it’s like for you.”
    Ryan’s honesty made it easy for me to open up to him. “It’s hard and I’m still coming to terms with everything, but so
     much has happened that I’ve barely had time to contemplate it all.” I paused before
     continuing, my voice dr opping. “Are you happy with your life? With being a seer?”
    “Yes. The majority of the time I know that I couldn’t lead any other life. I wouldn’t know how . This is my calling.” His lips thinned. “But there’s a tiny part of me that wonders
     what it would be like to lead a normal life. To spend my days going to work, worrying about paying my bills on time and spending time with friends.” He glanced at me before continuing. “I wonder what it
     would be like to have a real relationship where I can be honest with the other person.
     To tell them the truth about myself. Dating isn’t easy when you’re a seer.”
    I flushed for s ome reason. Ryan’s words felt more personal than they should. My next words tumbled out without any thought. “What about other seers? You can be

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