Sunday, July 8th, 2012
Della’s mind races with the possibilities. The revenant, asking for her help? She had thought that being a bloodkin would give her that sense of the extraordinary she had been seeking, but it was turning out to be a colossal disappointment. Sure, she saw things and knew things that would have flabbergasted her in mortal life, but this was another thing entirely. If the revenant was looking to turn the very world on its head – well, Della wanted to be there to see it. And she wanted to be on the side doing the turning. Look for the ravens, she recalls, glancing at her watch. It was something Jamie had gotten for her, after her cell phone was taken for the faking of her death. The watch took its time and date from cell phone towers, so it should tell her the date. It was clear that the bramble path she had been walking with Samantha took them not only through space, but through time as well. Sure enough, the watch told her it was the 19th of July, 2012. Less than two weeks into the future.
Lots of things could change in two weeks. She thought of her brief romance with Edward, of her martial arts training with Jamie, of their confrontation with the Hunters that had gone from “casual night out” to “cat and mouse” to “face-stomping hunt” in the space of a single night. She had options upon options, and even if this raven thing turned out to be a bust, she at least had some intel to share with Thomas while still keeping the best parts to herself.
However things ultimately turned out, tonight everything was coming up Della. She smiles at the thought as she jogs back to Sam across the catwalk.