Page 70 of Professor and the Seer
“Gone where?” Enyo demanded.
“I don’t know. But there was a golem of me on the floor upstairs. Someone had stabbed it just like in her vision.”
“What vision?” Dina’s gaze narrowed.
It surprised him she didn’t recall. “The one she had of me when she turned sixteen.”
The sisters blinked at him.
“Didn’t she tell you?” John could see by their expressions she hadn’t.
“No,” growled Enyo. “That secretive minx. I am going to wring her neck once I rescue her scrawny ass.”
“Tell me what you know.” Dina crossed her arms.
“Coffee? Scones?” Grams offered brightly.
“Now’s not the time,” he mumbled.
“Fuck yeah, it is. Give me the caffeine.”
Enyo straddled a stool, but Dina paced. Whereas Bane popped scones and jam into his mouth as John told them what he knew, starting with the vision she’d had of him. He told them of what had transpired since they’d separated, minus the naked parts. He detailed the attack at the college, the scene from the past Frieda had seen from the blank journal, which led to Dina interrupting to exclaim, “Wait, so the portal didn’t let loose some evil demon sorcerer?”
He shook his head. “According to Frieda, whoever was behind that door was betrayed and placed there by force.”
“And then the Wardens in charge of that portal kept him prisoner.” Bane grimaced. “Fuck me. So much bullshit that could have been avoided.”
“What does all this have to do with Frieda’s disappearance? Did monsters take her or this guy you’re calling Reaper?”
John shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“He who was forgotten didn’t take her,” Grams stated, stirring some honey into her cup of tea.
Dina paused her pacing. “If he doesn’t have Frieda, who does?”
“The one who imprisoned him of course,” Grams stated in a matter-of-fact tone.
“What do you know, old lady?” Dina shook a fist at Grams, who arched a brow.
“Threats? I wouldn’t do that to someone who can see your future. Which, by the way, is about to get interesting.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dina didn’t hide her suspicious glare.
“John, would you get that?”
He almost said, “Get what?” when he heard a knock at the door. Now who?
He opened to see a stranger, a woman around his mother’s age given the crow’s feet by her eyes, but slim and stylish in her business slacks and matching blazer.
“Hello, can I help you?” he asked, only to add, “Hold on a second, you’re Fraussa Grae.” It took him a second to recognize her as Frieda’s mom, the picture he’d seen of her blurry. Fraussa Grae, age unknown, as a date of birth couldn’t be found, nor an origin. She suddenly appeared in public records months before the birth of the triplets. Odd but not unheard of since arcane-gifted users sometimes had to relocate and start over when people began to suspect something.
“I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage. You are…?” asked the eldest Grae female.
“I’m John. John Mosby, professor at Stuaghach College.” He held out his hand.
“Stuffy place. Glad I didn’t send my daughters there. Speaking of which, I’m here to see them.”
He stood aside to let her in, and Enyo blurted out, “Mom? What are you doing here?”