Fated, A Timeless Series Novella (A Timeless Series Companion Novel) by Lisa L Wiedmeier, Sam Dogra

stepped between them.
    Wait Callon, w hy don’t you just let me jump you in? I asked. We’d be out of there before Cheyenne would even realize some one was in her room. And if the Ghosters turned up, we could track them down. That’ll make them think twice about approaching her again.
    A tense silence followed. Callon was thinking things over. Colt looked ready to punch something. It was kinda weird. I’d never seen Colt act like this before.
    At last, Callon nodded.
    Alright , fine . It might make it easier for the Tresez to smell us, but I don’t want Cheyenne to come to any harm.
    Colt stiffened—I could tell he wanted to come, too. Eventually though he relaxed and bowed his head.
    Okay, I’ll leave it to you guys . Just t ake care of her, yeah?
    Callon walked towards him and gripped his shoulder.
    I promise.

    The rain lashed down in thick sheets as we headed over to the Wilson’s house. I’d convinced Callon not to take the motorcycle , as it would leave an obvious trail. The Tresez would smell the gas fumes and come chasing after us. Instead I jumped us through the forest , avoiding the trail, and taking cover between the trees and shrubs . The cloud cover helped, as it was too dark to see properly and the cold and wind kept our scent hidden for the most part .
    A black cat scrambled past as we re-appeared behind Cheyenne’s jeep. My foot caught the end of its tail, so when I jumped again onto the Wilson’s lawn , Callon and I crashed into the grass.
    Nice landing , Callon said, helping me up. Which one is her room?
    Wiping the mud from my cheek, I pointed to the upper left window.
    She’ll still be awake now , I said. She usually goes to bed around ten .
    Right , Callon said.
    We made our way to the side of the house. I checked my watch . It was only six-thirty . We had a long wait on our hands.
    We should wait around the back , I said. Less likely we’ll be spotted there.
    Sure.
    I led Callon towards the tree-cover. There, we sat under the dripping branches, protected from the wind by a series of bushes and shrubs. I leant against a trunk, adjusting my hood to keep out the cold.
    What’s her room like? Callon asked, resting his hands on the damp ground. His jacket didn’t have a hood, but he seemed quite content to sit there and get drenched .
    I picked up a stick and began to doodle in the mud.
    This is the door to the landing, I said, sketching it out, and her desk is here. She’s got a bookshelf here and here, and her bed is on this side. Between that is her wardrobe , and she’s got a small dresser, too .
    Okay, Callon said. We won’t have long to look around, but I’d guess h er wardrobe or h er dresser would be where she keeps her jewelry . You can search there while I try and get a look at the ring she wears.
    My face flushed.
    I-I can’t do that! The thought of going through Cheyenne’s clothes made my skin crawl. I can’t go through a girl’s stuff!
    Callon rolled his eyes.
    Oh, man up, he said. You’re not supposed to be inventorying her possessions. Just find a jewelry box or something.
    I managed a weak nod. This was going to be so humiliating! I wasn’t some common thief out for a quick buck . Oh Cheyenne, I hope you’ll forgive us if you ever find out.
    As the evening became night, the rain stopped. The clouds started to drift, and eventually a sliver of moonlight poked through. By now I’d stopped looking at my watch, as every time I did only a few minutes passed. Callon was patient, not making an effort for conversation. I could tell he was bothered, though, because he kept fiddling with his clan ring.
    Callon , I started tentatively. About what I said before …
    I know , Callon answered. It will change everything .
    I sighed.
    I wasn’t trying to hurt you , I said. I know how much she means to you. I was just…
    Please don’t talk about her now, Callon interrupted . His face was hard. I’ ll have to make that choice when the time comes. Either way, I have to do what’s