Unforeseen

Overly sheltered and Overprotected for most of her life, Grace rebelled in the little ways available to her. She longed to see those faraway places her contraband books described. Granddaughter to the leader of her community, she knew it wasn't possible. Until a steely-eyed vision ended up in her garden, bloody and unconscious. Now she is traveling the world by way of the Carpathian Mountains, the South Pacific and anywhere other than the Oregon forest. Not to mention punching the nose of a slimy Italian. Nothing would ever be the same for Grace.

"Mr. Luke! You look like you've been drug by a horse and spit up by vultures."

"Things have been complicated."

Tipping back her head to look at him, she grinned. "Well they always are with you."
Lucius didn't bother to say that this time, things were much, Much more complicated. He no longer controlled the Domus. He no longer knew whom he could trust. Worst of all, he had no control over his reactions to a soft-spoken, wide-eyed tiresian. Lucius needed to get a hold of himself in order to get to the bottom of The Conspiracy that not only threatens the viator community but the rest of the world.

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