Psychic Lies (Wiccan Haus Book Four) by Sara Daniel

Author:Sara Daniel
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Musa Publishing
Published: 2012-10-26T04:00:00+00:00

Fiona walked slowly around the edge of the lake. Her long black skirt billowed in the wind as she watched Serena’s colorful mermaid tail rise, crest in the horizon, and then arch back under the waves. She longed to capture the image on paper, to sketch it or skip straight to painting it. But she had no paper, no easel, no brushes, pencils, or paints.

Yesterday she had most regretted leaving her skirt behind. But clothes were replaceable. Those paintings of the sunrise, her first attempts at art in too many years, were not. And they were gone. Even if someone had found her supplies and clothes, the papers had likely scattered in the wind and blown in the lake.

She returned to the Haus and stopped by the front desk to see if someone from the staff had picked them up. “Is there a lost and found where I can look?”

“No one has reported anything,” Myron said. “I can check with Rekkus and our grounds crew.”

“Please. I would appreciate it.” She glanced over the counter at the deck of cards that Myron was oddly ignoring. “Can you check the cards, as well? Maybe they’d be able to point me in the right direction.”

“Did you lose something?” Armando strode into the lobby from the outside.

Her soul swelled at the sight of him. Yes, my mind. She knew about his truth-finding power, and she still longed to mate with him—to open her soul and allow his thoughts and his words to become one voice in her head. “I left my painting supplies by the lake yesterday and forgot to go back. I’m trying to find out if anyone picked them up.”

“I did.” He smiled his heart-stopping smile. “I have it all in my room. Do you want to get it right now?” He held out his hand to her.

Fiona hesitated. Now that she knew his power, touching him had more consequences than just what it did to her insides.

“I can send someone to transfer it to your room if you prefer,” Myron offered.

“No, I’ll do it.” Their rooms were on the same floor. As much as Fiona needed to keep her distance, her soul demanded she seize this precious minute in his company.

She accepted Armando’s warm, smooth hand that made her own look pale and tiny by comparison.

“Your pictures are striking. You have an eye for capturing raw beauty,” he said as they walked to the elevator and rode up.

She shrugged, embarrassed, but more pleased with his assessment than she cared to acknowledge. “The Wiccan Haus makes it easy. Everything is beautiful.” She’d meant the scenery, but she looked at him as she spoke, and her words took on greater meaning. He was a beautiful man, strong and smooth.

“I have another theory. Your beauty shines through on the page.” He slid his finger down her cheek as the elevator door opened.

“I made it pretty clear yesterday that any beauty I have is only skin-deep.” She pulled away from his touch and stepped out of the elevator onto the second floor.

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