Shadow Heir

that I was bored and restless, so she was trying to do what she could to help me while still maintaining Roland’s rules.

“Thank you,” I said, genuinely meaning it. “I’ll do my best.”

A relieved grin spread over her face. “Good. Now that that’s settled, tell me how your appointment went.”

I smiled back at her obvious glee. I’d found a doctor in Huntsville and had a checkup this morning, continuing to get good marks. “You can see for yourself. There’s a folder on the counter with something you might like.” The doctor had sent me home with some ultrasound printouts of the twins. Candace hurried back inside, and moments later, I heard a delighted shriek. Laughing, I returned to my book.

When I started working for Candace the next day, I wondered how Lara had managed to do her job for years without going insane.

To be fair, it wasn’t like the phone was ringing off the hook. Candace had a separate line for business, and I only got a handful of calls that day. E-mail requests were about the same. Still, I was kind of amazed at the varied personalities I had to deal with. It was easy for me to tell the difference between a major haunting and a minor one, and the latter usually got scheduled out later. Some people didn’t take that too well. Equally frustrating were those who didn’t even know what they were asking for.

“It’s like an occasional knocking in the walls,” one man explained to me on the phone. “Usually when the air- conditioning kicks on.”

“You have central air?”

“Yup.”

“I don’t suppose ... it might actually be something going on with the air-conditioning?”

He considered this for a few moments. “Doesn’t seem likely. It’s never done it before. I’ve had this system for years.”

“Well,” I said patiently, “things wear out over time.”

“I dunno. I’m pretty sure it’s a ghost.”

I sighed. “Have you had any other signs? I mean, have you actually seen an apparition or felt any cold spots?”

“No,” he said after another long pause. “But I’ve sometimes felt warm spots.”

“Warm spots?” I asked. “That’s not usually an indicator of a spectral presence.”

“Well, they’re there. Even when the air-conditioning’s on, it still feels pretty hot in the house.”

I gritted my teeth. “If the air-conditioning’s broken, that would explain the noise and why it’s not cooling your house.”

The guy was obviously still skeptical. “I think it’s a ghost. Do you think she can come out and take a look?”

“Yeah, but it might be a while. Her schedule’s pretty booked.”

“That’s okay,” he said. “The ghost kind of adds character. Maybe I won’t even have her get rid of it.”

We scheduled the appointment, and I hung up, thinking bleakly that that had been ten wasted minutes of my life I would never get back. I also found myself again thinking of Dorian. Not that he would do phone customer service, of course. But that customer’s personality was exactly the kind Dorian loved to taunt. I could see him nodding along seriously with the guy: “Intriguing. Tell me more about your ghost.”

Still, it occurred to me after a few days that I really was making Candace’s life easier. I was also helping out Charles, who was relieved to no longer have to deal with air-conditioning ghosts. I decided the annoyance of customer service was a small price to pay for their hospitality.

A week or so into my gainful employment, Evan surprised me with a daytime visit. He was in his usual jeans and T-shirt but had obviously cleaned up and didn’t have the typical wear and tear from working outdoors.

“Wondered if you wanted to go see some more local sights,” he told me. “There’s a plantation south of here that’s a historic monument.”

I made a face. “Thanks for the offer, but I don’t really like the history of those places. It’s hard for me to get too excited.”

He nodded, his face serious. “The history is ugly, but it’s an amazing piece of architecture. And sometimes ... sometimes it’s good to have a reminder of the evils of the past.”

The comment surprised me. I’d known Evan was neither stupid nor close-minded, but much like with Candace, it was easy to think he was just all laid-back charm. “Okay,” I said. I glared at Candace’s business phone. “Voice mail can take over today.”

We drove deep into the country, about an hour and a half away from Candace’s. The land was beautiful, and deep-rooted trees fought fiercely to maintain their green leaves in otherwise yellow and brown terrain. Evan left the windows open, and I leaned back with eyes closed, enjoying the rush of air over me.

A strange longing suddenly welled up in me, filling my mind with images of desert shrubs and cherry trees in bloom. The Thorn Land and the Rowan Land. How long had it been since I’d been away? Nearly a month? The time seemed both impossibly long and short. The longing within me grew more intense, and in that moment, I would’ve traded anything for my kingdoms. I’d had those lands call to me before and knew this sudden urgency wasn’t coming from them. This was all me, my own body’s withdrawal from the Otherworld. If the lands hadn’t sought me out, then Jasmine’s bonding must be satisfying them. Somehow, that made me feel worse.

“What are you thinking about?” asked Evan. I opened my eyes. “You looked like you were a million miles away.”

“Nearly,” I said with a small smile. “Just feeling a little homesick.”

“I can imagine,” he said. “I’ve traveled a little, but most of my life’s been here. Not sure what I’d do if I was suddenly taken away from it.”

“Do you plan on staying here for the rest of your life?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said without hesitation. “I love the land. I love my house. I even love my students. You always hear about teachers who are relieved when school’s out, but me? I miss the kids the whole time. Can’t wait to get back into it.”

“Do you teach the same thing each term?”

“Pretty much.”

“And you don’t get bored?”

“Nope. I love the material. And there are always different kids cycling through, so it’s new to them each time. That’s fun to see.”

I shook my head in awe. “That’s kind of amazing.”

“What, that I like kids?”

I laughed. “No, no. That you’re so content with your life. I don’t think that’s very common.”

He shrugged. “When you’ve got everything you need, why complicate it? I mean sure, I’d like a family someday, but other than that, I’ve got a lot of good things going on. People get too caught up in what they don’t have and get bogged down as a result. There’s joy in the present. It’s important to just make the most of these moments we have. Keep an eye on the future, but don’t forget to enjoy now.”

His eyes held mine for a brief moment before returning back to the road ahead. Evan had never made any romantic overtures toward me or behaved in any way that wasn’t gentlemanly. That was fine by me. I liked him a lot, but after everything I’d gone through, I was in no way ready to get involved in a new relationship. Nonetheless, I’d gotten the vibe for a while that he wouldn’t be opposed to something more developing between us. As his words had just confirmed, though, I’d also gotten the impression that he was more than willing to be patient. He really was content with what we had now.

And that was what was remarkable about him. He was content, at peace with what he had. He wasn’t a slacker by any means, but there was none of that burning ambition to shape the world, as I’d experienced too often with Dorian and Kiyo. There were no greater machinations here, just a simple love of life. Things were uncomplicated around Evan, and it occurred to me that maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing. Complicated had been my operating procedure for so long that I’d never given much thought to living without it. Would it be so terrible to let go of Otherworldly politics and prophecies? Maybe it would be good for me—and my children—to live around people who simply loved unconditionally.

There were no easy answers, certainly none that would present themselves today. We arrived at the plantation shortly thereafter, and it was as magnificent as Evan had said it was. The main building was constructed