Walking to the turret and up the stairs. Curiosity getting the better of me, "Where is his office?"

"Second floor of this tower," one of the twins says I think its Ryan because of the slight rasp in his voice.

"Turret," Seth corrects.

Ryan groans, "of course you would know the proper word."

"I knew what it was called too," I pipe up trying to stand up for Seth. They look at me and I can't help the pink crawling up my cheeks.

Stuttering, "H-h-how m-ma-many f-f-fl-floors...." I couldn't finish my sentence with them all looking at me.

"Only two then the observatory," Rhys says his voice more melodic compared to Ryan's.

Making our way up the stairs we are quiet until we reach his door. Ian pushes his ear against the door to listen. I can't hear anything. I look to them then raise my hand to knock, no one stops me, I let my hand fall once, and then twice waiting for an answer but one doesn't come. Ian leans around me and twists the knob then pushes open the door.

I walk in expecting to see a desk in the middle of the wall but there isn't just another door across the expansively bare room. The only items in the room are floor pillows in one corner and rugs haphazardly strewn over the floor. While I had inspected the room it appears Ian has made his way to the door on the far wall. He stops at the door for a second and then calmly walks in. while the door was open I heard a light snore echo into the cavernous room the others and I stayed in.

After a minute passes I take a place among the mass of pillow on the floor when two the twins and Seth follow suit, just before the five minute mark Ian is walking out of the office and back toward us. A man is following in his shadows but I can't see any of his feature only his outline. Which is bulky but muscular. He stops before his face escapes from the darkness.

Ian doesn't seem fazed by the elusive man's actions simple walks right up to me, while sending a look to Seth sending and decoding messages via glares. Seth who is the closet to me moves even closer, I tense before he puts his arm around my shoulders clamming me just enough so my posture relaxes and I slump into his body.

I feel Seth body move more than see anything since I decide to envelope myself in his masculine scent. I peak to see what consequence his action will have.

The man comes out of the shadows. I shoot Ian a questioning glance because this can't be happening but sadness takes front row the longer I look at him.

I understand Seth's hold not. He didn't know what my reaction was going to be. He didn't know if I would run, surge forward and attack or simply fall over.

I don't speak or make a sound; I don't do anything because the sadness has been traded for numbness. The sense of loss and grief take a front a center position because the professor they want me to meet so bad didn't need any introduction. I already knew him. The man standing in front of me I had know for many years. He is my uncle, my mother's brother.

The numbness fade gradually allowing shock and elation to enter my range of emotions today as my emotions settle sadness reappears. I haven't seen him in a little over a year, since my mom passed away. The realization that he knew all along that I would end up here that he never told me about my mother himself or myself after she was gone. My anger simmers enabling me to speak fluidly.

"But .....you...and," I take a breath, trying to distract myself from my anger. I notice that Seth's muscles are hard, a lot firmer than they were when he captured me in his protective hold. I look around to the others and they are more or less the same way, they don't know the whole picture and I don't want their tempers to flare and think they have to right a wrong that was done to me.

I take a single cleansing breath, the kind I had learned in yoga over the past year, taking a deep slow breath and a slow heavy breath out. When I have balanced my emotions and returned to the present situation, the arms around my shoulders loosen and become comforting once more. I close my eyes and snuggle into his shoulder. It relaxes me further, and even though we just met today his consciousness and that of the others have me feeling safer than I have felt since my mother's coma.

"Why didn't you visit me after my mom's funeral? Why didn't you call or tell me about this school and my talents?" Tears leaked down my cheek as I throw question after question at him.

The boys are shocked that I appear to know him, all but Ian. Figures.

I don't ....can't lie to them. "Guys meet my Uncle Bryon." I lean into Seth letting the top half of my body rest on to his.

I am not sure how much more I can take. Today there has been a new school, finding out about a past my mother never mentioned, the fact that I have special talents and worst the betrayal of my family.

It is too much what am I thinking. This is too much to have to endure. I throw myself from Seth's comforting arms down on to the pillows in front of me. I sob and sob until it hurts, until I feel myself becoming sick.

Seth and another fly from the cushions, "how could you do this to her?" Seth shouts, "You knew they were related!" he must be talking to Ian. "And you sending her in here not knowing a thing." I can hear a double meaning in there but am unclear about what he means. I shrink back from the anger pair standing up for me.

The one left caresses my back and I take a peak to see Rhys. He gives me a small smile while his arms are outstretched ready to hold me. Instead of embrace the feel of a hug I move closer to his leg and his hand flows over my hair smoothing it out.

He gives me the reassurance I needed. "Seth," I say almost a whisper. My voice rough from my breakdown.

He turns back and looks at me. I see the burn rage in his eyes, the flames die when his eyes meet mine. I send him a smile I hope convinces him to back off.

I sigh in relief when he pats Ryan's shoulder and gets him to back down and both of them return to the pillows. Once they are both seated very close to me I return my intense gaze to the two leaders of this hullabaloo.

"I just want some answers. Can you at least give me that, Uncle?" I look at him with fierce determination but I'm not above playing a guilt trip on so I let tears well up.

"Okay, I'll give you what I think you can handle." He states rather sternly.

Ian steps closer to Uncle Bryon and whispers something in his ear causing them to want to step further form the rest of us. Everyone stays wanting to hear what they say.

Ian stands in the front of Uncle Byron and talks for a full minute and Uncle's eyes grow wider, "Already?" he says a little louder then he meant to, Ian just nods.

"That's a problem, nut its nothing we can't handle until the right time." Uncle continues and Ian nods again.

The turn and join the group again. Uncle Byron nods toward me. I take that as my que to start asking questions.

"Why did I start here now?"

Uncle Byron and Ian look at each other and both nod. "The short answer is that your powers don't start to manifest until your fifteenth birthday," Ian answer then looks toward Uncle.

"The long answer, your mom didn't want you to grow up with this life being the only thing you know so she decided to keep it from you for a little while. She honestly thought she would have more time to tell you." He says, "She should have been, something went wrong." He continues more to himself than to the rest of us.