Riding on Whispers (the Wolfegang series Book 3) by Jillian Ashe Page B
Authors: Jillian Ashe
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hundred years to get it right, but they finally figured it out.”
Wow. Some of the things humanity figured out were amazing. I grabbed a cracker and sat back. Wolfe’s manual would help me learn how to inscribe the crystals quicker, but at the moment, I had good food and good coffee. I was rather content, which was a little surprising since I’d been in such a bad mood yesterday. Spending time with Wolfe was becoming almost…pleasant.
“So tell me about your brother. How did he go missing in the first place?”
The shift in topic made me apprehensive, but it was a logical question. We were flying across the galaxy for Kris on a hunch. I couldn’t detect anything else other than genuine curiosity in his tone, but Wolfe’s question still put me on edge. I didn’t like it when he wanted to learn more about my history. I always had to lie, and then later, I’d have to remember exactly what I’d said so I wouldn’t contradict myself.
It was stressful.
I shifted. These were questions I had to answer if I wanted him to keep helping me. “Well, I don’t know exactly,” I started. The more truth to the story, the easier it would be to remember. “We were hanging out at this party, and he got into a fight, which isn’t that unusual. His illness made him an angry person. I stepped in to try and help, but I was knocked out.”
The story was true about my brother getting into a fight. I had gotten knocked out, and it did take me a few days to remember what happened. It just happened about three years before the suspended animation experiment.
Suddenly I had a brilliant explanation. “When I woke up, he was gone. And I couldn’t recall anything.”
Wolfe thought for a second before he spoke. “So, you had no memory at all?”
“No, it took a few days to start coming back, but then it was only in bits and pieces. Most of my past I have back now, although I think my long term memory is messed up because I’ll forget something simple or get confused about when something actually took place,” I explained, twisting a piece of my hair around my finger.
“That seems logical,” Wolfe said. He rubbed his chin in thought. “There are times where I can’t believe what you don’t know, but if there are lapses in your long-term memory, that would explain everything. We could have a doctor examine you, if you like,” Wolfe suggested.
I laughed, not at all amused at the prospect of Wolfe being present for a full medical workup. “I’ve had enough of doctors for the time being, but thank you.”
My explanation seemed to ease a few of the lines on his face, like my slip-ups nagged at him for some time.
“What’s your brother like?” Wolfe asked.
I wondered if he had any idea how personal his questions were, and how they reminded me of the impossibility of finding Kris. It made me feel so completely overwhelmed.
I wasn’t quite sure how to answer his question. “Well,” I began. I tried to paint a picture of my brother, even though I knew it wouldn’t do him justice. “He’s the male version of me. We are practically identical, so we have the same coloring, same eyes, and similar bone structure. Just add testosterone, and you have a six-foot-three, two-hundred-and-thirty-pound version of me, with scruff and short hair.”
Wolfe almost balked at the idea. “I can’t quite wrap my mind around that concept,” he said.
I shrugged. “Yeah, it doesn’t really make sense until you see it.”
We sat in silence for a few moments before he said, “He means a lot to you it seems. The two of you were very close.”
I picked at my nails, remembering exactly how close we were. “Yes. He’s the only family I’ve got left, and we’ve always been great friends.” It felt like only a few weeks ago to me.
Kris was all that was left, and I might lose him too, after I’d lost everyone else. My eyes started to burn, and I took a slow deep breath. If I wasn’t careful, I would start crying.
“What about the
Wow. Some of the things humanity figured out were amazing. I grabbed a cracker and sat back. Wolfe’s manual would help me learn how to inscribe the crystals quicker, but at the moment, I had good food and good coffee. I was rather content, which was a little surprising since I’d been in such a bad mood yesterday. Spending time with Wolfe was becoming almost…pleasant.
“So tell me about your brother. How did he go missing in the first place?”
The shift in topic made me apprehensive, but it was a logical question. We were flying across the galaxy for Kris on a hunch. I couldn’t detect anything else other than genuine curiosity in his tone, but Wolfe’s question still put me on edge. I didn’t like it when he wanted to learn more about my history. I always had to lie, and then later, I’d have to remember exactly what I’d said so I wouldn’t contradict myself.
It was stressful.
I shifted. These were questions I had to answer if I wanted him to keep helping me. “Well, I don’t know exactly,” I started. The more truth to the story, the easier it would be to remember. “We were hanging out at this party, and he got into a fight, which isn’t that unusual. His illness made him an angry person. I stepped in to try and help, but I was knocked out.”
The story was true about my brother getting into a fight. I had gotten knocked out, and it did take me a few days to remember what happened. It just happened about three years before the suspended animation experiment.
Suddenly I had a brilliant explanation. “When I woke up, he was gone. And I couldn’t recall anything.”
Wolfe thought for a second before he spoke. “So, you had no memory at all?”
“No, it took a few days to start coming back, but then it was only in bits and pieces. Most of my past I have back now, although I think my long term memory is messed up because I’ll forget something simple or get confused about when something actually took place,” I explained, twisting a piece of my hair around my finger.
“That seems logical,” Wolfe said. He rubbed his chin in thought. “There are times where I can’t believe what you don’t know, but if there are lapses in your long-term memory, that would explain everything. We could have a doctor examine you, if you like,” Wolfe suggested.
I laughed, not at all amused at the prospect of Wolfe being present for a full medical workup. “I’ve had enough of doctors for the time being, but thank you.”
My explanation seemed to ease a few of the lines on his face, like my slip-ups nagged at him for some time.
“What’s your brother like?” Wolfe asked.
I wondered if he had any idea how personal his questions were, and how they reminded me of the impossibility of finding Kris. It made me feel so completely overwhelmed.
I wasn’t quite sure how to answer his question. “Well,” I began. I tried to paint a picture of my brother, even though I knew it wouldn’t do him justice. “He’s the male version of me. We are practically identical, so we have the same coloring, same eyes, and similar bone structure. Just add testosterone, and you have a six-foot-three, two-hundred-and-thirty-pound version of me, with scruff and short hair.”
Wolfe almost balked at the idea. “I can’t quite wrap my mind around that concept,” he said.
I shrugged. “Yeah, it doesn’t really make sense until you see it.”
We sat in silence for a few moments before he said, “He means a lot to you it seems. The two of you were very close.”
I picked at my nails, remembering exactly how close we were. “Yes. He’s the only family I’ve got left, and we’ve always been great friends.” It felt like only a few weeks ago to me.
Kris was all that was left, and I might lose him too, after I’d lost everyone else. My eyes started to burn, and I took a slow deep breath. If I wasn’t careful, I would start crying.
“What about the
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