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Balancing high school and being a Legend is is more than they bargained for.

Scarlett and Brianna are tested by a new relationship. Allison and Connor stumble upon a gruesome murder that hits close to home and tears them apart.

With changes to the prophecy, Vistrus must find out what the future holds for The Nation by uncovering the secrets of his wife’s past.

But corruption runs deep in Chicago and the repercussions of the prom linger. The Legends must take matters into their own hands without losing themselves.

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Publié par	4 Horsemen Publications, Inc.
Date de parution	03 avril 2023
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781644507001
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	3 Mo

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Table o f Contents
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Book Club Questions
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So We Sta y Hidden
Copyright © 2023 Nick Savage. All rights re served.

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Dedication
This is to everyone who believes in something bigger than t hemselves.

Chapter 1
“Celebrate now. It can all be ta ken away.”
~V. Petrovsky~
A n old jazz recording of “Chicago (That Toddlin’ Town)” provides the perfect background music to their early dinner celebration as Ken and Tracy enjoy an appetizer of stuffed mushrooms in an upscale Italian re staurant.
The other customers seem equally jubilant this evening, perhaps also celebrating their own accomplishments with each other. Ken and Tracy look around at the tuxedoed staff swimming through the rows of tables and booth-lined walls, delivering food and drinks to happy, hungry people. The popping sound of a server opening a champagne bottle draws the couple’s attention to a family a few tab les down.
Ken turns back to see his wife breaking apart some bread. Tracy smiles at him, dipping the piece into a dish of olive oil sprinkled with a Parmesan/Romano mixture.
“Is this what the future is going to be? Days and evenings like this, all the time?” Tracy asks as she bites down on her oil-soak ed bread.
Ken smiles back. He knows thoughts like that are naive, but he can’t help but think she could be right. After all, if the prophecy is correct and their child is the one to bring together the Legends and the Normal world, then who would want to imagine it any differently? Ken gives a subtle nod as he thinks about a world without fear, a world where those who have had to hide for so long can feel free to be themselves—a world without p rejudice.
“We can only hope,” he responds. “Have you given any thought t o names?”
She sits up a little straighter in her chair. “Yes. I think we need to honor those who passed before us. A way to remember where we come from, how far we’ve come, and where we still have to go. Also, a way to tell Scarlett she is as much our daughter as Connor is our son.”
“So, you are thinking what, exactly?” Ken asks.
She bobs her head side to side. “I was thinking Hillary for a girl. And if it’s a boy , Jimmy.”
Ken stops and holds his wife’s hands. “I think that is a beautiful idea. I love those names. Scarlett will feel especially honored if we name our child after one of her parents.”
“She was your sister of sorts, too, Ken,” Tracy rem inds him.
“Of course, of course.” Ken acknowledges his misplaced wording. “But I think she’ll be very honored is all I’m saying.”
“I never understood why it says James on his tombstone. Everyone called him Jimmy,” Tracy ponde rs aloud.
“His mother called him James; it’s what he wanted in his will,” Ken clarifies for his wife, while taking a bite of oil-soak ed bread.
They look around the restaurant, soaking in each moment they can. From the feel of the slightly rough, overly starched tablecloth that gives this place its signature, polished look to the dark wood bar with writing etched into the glass behind it, everything tonight feels calm for the two of them. They feel a sense of peace knowing that this child Tracy carries is for the betterment of humanity. They see a group of young kids, all dressed in tuxedos and prom dresses, walk through the restaurant guided by the hostess. They find their seats at a table a few yards away from Ken a nd Tracy.
“Do you think the kids will have fun at prom?” Tr acy asks.
Before Ken has a chance to answer, the waiter brings a large entree of Eggplant Parmesan to the table. A serving spoon is shoved under the food, its handle reflecting the light above them. The server sets it down and places an empty plate in front of each of them. He steps away while another server puts down a side order of potatoes Vesuvio.
“Anything else I can get for you right now?” the server’s tone is a little more casual than the atmosphere otherwise alludes.
Tracy gently shakes her head at Ken, who looks to the server and says, “Just the check. Everything is perfect. Th ank you.”
The server nods and encourages them to enjoy their meal before leaving the m to eat.
“I hope so,” Ken says, returning to Tracy’s yet unanswered question. “They need to have fun. The world is going to catch up with them soon enough.”
“Why are we getting the check already?” Tracy inquires.
“Pictures. I know Vistrus will take some, but I want a few of our son. I want to see him out for this,” Ken says.
“I heard Scarlett talking with Allison,” Tracy starts. “Something happened while Jack was out with Connor. He’s not going to prom tonight.”
“Did Connor say what happened?” Ken asks.
“Not a word. I think with everything that is going on, the kids starting to find out and all, things aren’t making much sense,” Tracy o ffers up.
“I remember how hard it was. It’s all so surreal at first that asking anyone about it seems impossible,” Ken says. “They’re going to let a junior attend senior prom without a date?”
Tracy chuckles. “She has a date. He’s simply not going.” She takes her fork and cuts through the Parmesan marinara sauce into the perfectly cooked eggplant. “This is amazing.” Sh e smiles.
Ken shovels a bite into his mouth. He lets it sit on his palate for a moment before nodding in agreement. “If they worked it out, then I say h ave fun.”
“From what Allison told me, they planned to stop by his house first so he could have a dance with Scarlett before they head to the event,” Tracy says, sipping a glass of water.
Ken looks at the table of prom kids having fun without a care in the world. “Can you believe Connor’s graduating in a few days? I think we did pretty well w ith him.”
Tracy looks at Ken, watching the kids. She knows what he is feeling—the emotions, high and low; the trials and tribulations of the past eighteen years all passing behind his eyes in a blurred wave, making him think that he has done something good with his son. A calm flows through him that, perhaps, he has not messed up his child, despite knowing the life Connor is finding out he has to lead. Tracy feels the same. She knows a chapter has closed, but she is not upset because she knows another is about to begin—the colle ge years.
“We did well, honey. I can’t believe that later tonight, our son will probably be dancing away one last school dance, not realizing everything he is about to leave behind.” Tracy takes a deep breath, then sighs. “All good thi ngs. . .”
“I know. I know. I just want the best for him.” Ken turns back to his wife and lowers his voice to an almost inaudible whisper, beyond a Normal’s hearing capability. “Do you think we’ll still need The Council and The Nation once our baby grows and the prophecy com es true?”
Tracy answers back in the same hushed tone, “I don’t know. I’d like to think that even after everything settles, we will still have our own to look out for our particula r needs.”
“Imagine that, though; one day, we may have Councilman Connor Desalvo,” Ken says with a full and pro ud smile.
As the server drops the check in the middle of the table, they laugh at the thought, breaking the almost silent mini-conv ersation.
“That would be nice,” Tracy says as she finishes her serving of Eggplant Parmesan. “But first, we have to get him through college.” She grabs the check and drops her credit card in the p resenter.

Connor stares at himself in the bathroom mirror. His purposefully disheveled, sandy brown hair, held together with more pomade than a teenage boy should use, accompanies his clean, pressed tuxedo and vest, matching cufflinks, and a freshly shaved face, all part of the work he put in for one final, grandiose high-school event—Sen ior Prom.
He stares at himself, though, because he isn’t sure why he should care about such things. His date, Allison, has seen him countless times. Rare are the days they don’t see each other outside of school, so why this moment? Why one final exclamation point on a high-school career that is about to be gone to the annals of one’s history? Or is that what it is about, one more night to live in the glory that is about to pass by as fast as it came? This one final ni