Drake Sisters 07 - Hidden Currents

worm smiled at her, but because she knew Stavros was half in love with her and it was so unfair. The smile she sent Stavros back was sadder than she knew.
    Could she live like this? This glamorous, whirlwind life? She was born with a legacy few others—if anyone—ever had or would know. As the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter, El e’s psychic gifts ran deep in her genes and would be passed on to her seven daughters. And her seventh daughter would carry that same bittersweet legacy. Would El e fulfil her destiny? Or would the Drake legacy of magic die quietly with her?
    El e used to envision a life of laughter and happiness with her soul mate. That was before she’d met him. He was a morose, silent, brooding, very dominant male. She knew he could bring stil ness and peace to her, or with one smoldering look, turn her veins to liquid fire. But he refused to accept who she was—refused to love her as she was. And if he didn’t, she feared no other man ever would—or could. Not the real El e Drake, at least.
    She turned around, and leaned out over the rail, watching the boats coming in to take Stavros’s guests back to shore. Night had long since given way to dawn and she was tired, suppressing a yawn as she tried to figure out what she’d do next with her life. Sea Haven, a smal vil age nestled on the northern California coast, had always been home—a refuge. Her family house was there, a large estate overlooking the turbulent ocean.
    The sea was so different here, like glass. A beautiful lure promising a sun-fil ed life of luxury, but she knew better than to think such a life was meant for her. Deep inside, she was a homegirl, a woman born to be a wife and mother. She loved adventure and spice, but eventual y, her need to pass on her Drake legacy would grow so strong she wouldn’t be able to ignore it. Did she have the right to deny the world someone like her sister Libby, who could heal with a touch of her hands? Or Joley, with her voice? Kate, whose books gave so many people solace and escape? Each of her sisters had incredible gifts passed down generation after generation. If she didn’t fulfil her destiny, the line would end with her.
    Movement caught her eye and she shifted her gaze to see the captain approach Stavros and whisper something in his ear. She was adept at reading lips, but she couldn’t see his mouth clearly. Stavros frowned and shook his head, glanced at his watch and then over at El e. She kept her face stil , and turned her gaze back to the sea. Stavros’s bodyguard, Sid, said something as wel . He was facing her and she caught his words distinctly.
    â€œIt wil be dangerous to have her on the island, sir. Think about this. Take her off the boat now and we’l give the driver orders to take her to your vil a. They can hold her there until the meeting is over.â€
    El e’s stomach tightened. The bodyguard was talking about her. Stavros shook his head and said something she couldn’t catch, but the bodyguard and captain both looked toward her again and neither looked happy.
    That built-in alarm, the one that had saved her numerous times on countless assignments, shrieked at her, and she didn’t hesitate. She moved quickly through the thinning crowd toward the side of the yacht where the boats were coming in to pick up the guests and return them to shore. Her purse and overnight bag were stil in the cabin down below, but El e was careful never to carry anything in her purse or her belongings that could betray her. She would leave the yacht and if Dane wanted her to return, she could use the retrieval of her things as an excuse to contact Stavros again.
    She made herself smal , trying to blend in with the other guests. As El e she could disappear easily into the shadows, but Sheena stood out. Her heart sped up and a sense of urgency rode her as she wound her way to the departing boats. It wouldn’t do to look back and check to see if she was being hunted; she already knew she was. She had one chance to step into the departing boat as it was taking off. She had to time it perfectly.
    El e slid through the last of the guests waiting for the next boat and stepped onto the platform, holding out her hand to the young man pushing off the departing boat. He grinned and guided the boat back into position so she could step into it. Just as his fingers slid around her hand, she felt another