Drake Sisters 04 - Dangerous Tides

the way back to her house. Elle came out as she parked the car and put her arms around Libby.

    "Are you all right?"

    "I don't know," Libby answered honestly. "For the first time in my life, I'm really afraid. Why would anyone want Ty dead? Whoever it is seems to be escalating their behavior. If it's the same person who shot Jonas, there's a good chance they're going to step out of a doorway and just shoot Ty down. Why, Elle? Even Harry doesn't have a good enough reason in my opinion."

    "That's because you don't know how to hate, Libby," Elle said gently. "You aren't a violent person and you don't understand that kind of reasoning."

    "Is it Harry, Elle?" Libby clung to her youngest sister. "Is Harry trying to kill Tyson?"

    "I wish I knew. We don't want to lose you and I see danger surrounding you. All of us do, yet we can't pinpoint it. Even Jackson feels it, Libby. You have to be more careful."

    "How do I do that? I don't know why or how or when. None of this makes any sense. Part of me thinks someone is out to kill Tyson, but there's another part that won't be quiet. And it's telling me in a very loud voice, that someone wants me dead."

    Elle paused before opening the door. "If you feel that, Libby, you can't ignore it. Even if everyone around you is telling you something different. You have to believe in your gifts, all of them."

    "What gifts? I can heal. The rest of you have all these interesting things you can do. Have you ever seen me levitate anything?"

    "No, but you call and send the wind. You reach out and I can find you. And obviously you have a major warning system. Don't discount it because you can't figure out what's happening."

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    "I know I shouldn't ask you, Elle, but does Tyson feel towards me even half of what I feel about him?"

    Elle shoved open the door. She had a very strict policy of privacy towards others. Reading thoughts and emotions without wanting to do so was a tiring and voyeuristic experience, one she didn't care for. All of her sisters were aware of her rules. "I wouldn't ever allow you to marry the wrong man. Tyson Derrick loves you so much that when I think about it too much I cry."

    Libby hugged her again. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. I'm so confused right now."

    "And embarrassed by the tabloid," Elle added. "Don't let that affect your relationship."

    Libby covered her face. "It was so horrible . I can't get the idea out of my head that someone was watching us the entire time. Tyson was so good to me. So caring of how I felt, and it seemed so perfect and right and some stranger took it away from us."

    Joley looked up from her guitar. "Don't do that, Libby. Don't let someone turn something beautiful into something ugly. You didn't do anything wrong. You love Tyson. You're meant to be together. Everyone knows it. Let it go."

    "I called Mom and she was upset for us, but she said the same thing," Libby admitted. "In all honesty, Joley, it makes it worse that everyone thinks it's you and not me. I feel so guilty on top of feeling utterly humiliated."

    "What did Mom say?"

    "She said you were a wonderful sister and I should cherish you. She was proud of both of us and she knew it would be difficult for both of us."

    Joley blinked and bent her head over the guitar so that the riot of black hair fell around her, hiding her expression. "Well, I am wonderful. We all know that." Her voice sounded a little choked.

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    Elle leaned over the back of Joley's chair to watch her fingers flash over the strings of the perfectly tuned instrument. "It's always fascinated me how talented you are musically."

    "Not how wonderful?" Joley teased.

    "That, too. I tried to play the guitar. I practiced for an entire summer."

    Joley swiveled around in her chair. "Really?"

    Elle nodded. "It brought you such peace. I could feel it radiating out of you, so much happiness even when you were a bit melancholy and I thought it might do the same for me, maybe all of us." She laughed.
    "I was more annoyed than joyful. I couldn't play the thing to save my life."

    Libby burst out laughing. "Elle, you're so good at everything. You couldn't play the guitar?"

    "Stop laughing, Hagatha," Elle said. "It's not funny. All the guitar did was buzz at me. I'm the queen of mosquito noises."

    Joley shook her head. "You could learn, Elle. I'll teach you if