The Pagan Stone (Sign of Seven, Book 3)
Nora Roberts
Language: English
Pages: 336
ISBN: 0515144665
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
From the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Blood Brothers and The Hollow—the conclusion to the electrifying trilogy of three men and three women who join forces—and hearts—to battle the ultimate evil.
name, once, twice, and the third time with the kind of verbal slap that made him snarl. “What?” “Pay attention. Pay attention to the points I’m pressing. I need you to do this for me when I’m done. Are you hearing me?” “Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He could hear her, nagging at him, while his head fucking exploded. Like drilling holes in the back of his neck with her fingers was going to . . . The pain eased from hot, stabbing knives to a dull misery. And when she took his hand, pressing, pressing on
pushpins and computer printouts. He understood and valued the need for research and prep work, but honestly couldn’t see what help color-coded index cards were against the forces of evil. As he studied the map of the Hollow, his mind automatically filled in houses, buildings, landmarks. How many times had he cruised those streets—on a bike, then in a car? There was the place where the dog had drowned at the dawn of the second Seven. But the summer before, he and Fox and Cal had snuck out and
for them. Like the house with a garden and a bunch of kids will work for them. The four of you will probably be happy as lunatics.” “That’s the plan.” “That’s if we live, and you know, I know, we all know some of us might not make it.” “If and might.” Cal nodded. “Well, life’s a gamble.” “For me, gambling’s life. If I get through, it’s on to the next. There’s no house in the country, no nine-to-five or what’s for dinner, honey in me.” “And you figure that’s what Cybil’s looking for?” “I
don’t know what she’s looking for. It’s not my business to know, that’s the point.” Uneasy, he raked his fingers through his dark hair. Then stopped, annoyed, knowing the gesture was one of his tells. “We’re having sex,” he continued. “We’ve got a mutual goal to kill this bastard and live to talk about it. That’s it.” “Fine.” Obligingly, Cal spread his hands. “Then what are you so worked up about?” “I . . . Damned if I know,” Gage admitted. “Maybe I don’t want to be responsible, and linking up
impossible feelings for Cybil. The kind of feelings that pushed him into having thoughts. Messy, irritating, impossible thoughts. He didn’t want a relationship. He sure as hell didn’t want a long-term relationship. And by God, he didn’t want a long-term relationship that involved plans and promises. He wanted to come and go as he pleased, and that’s just what he did. Except for every seventh year. And so far, so good. You didn’t mess with a streak. So the feelings and the thoughts would just