Stealing Time: A Paranormal Women's Fiction Novel by Gael Christine

Author:Gael, Christine
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-11-05T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Five harrowing minutes later, we were all standing around the kitchen table, except Phil, who was anchored to a chair with his own neckties as Zoe bent over him, fairly shaking with fury.

"That still doesn't explain why you came skulking in here at night," she spat. "I told you I would call you when I wanted to talk."

"This is still my house," he whimpered, shooting Patrick a nervous glance, which was ironic, because Patrick was, in fact, the least of his worries. "I needed to get a few more things from my closet, is all. I wasn't going to bother you or anything."

Phil was blubbering like a baby, and clearly confused, but I couldn't find even an ounce of sympathy for him as I approached with the magical mirror in hand. Zoe's hand at potion-making had only grown more deft with each passing day, and there was no question that Phil had caused her early warning system to go off. He'd been touched by magic in some way, and it was time to find out how, and if he posed an actual threat to us.

Zoe backed away and nodded in my direction, so I stepped in, mirror extended.

"Do you know Mitch Rasmusson?" I asked carefully.

"The cop?" Phil replied, his brow furrowing. "Not personally. I saw his name in some newspaper articles about the cult case. Why?"

I heard his words, but I was more focused on his reflection in the mirror. So far, it was just a red-faced, teary-eyed Phil staring back at me. I fumbled, trying to think of the right questions to ask.

"And Verbena? Do you know who Verbena is?"

He shook his head back and forth. "No. I don't know who—why are you guys doing this to me? Is this some initiation into your cult or something? Do I know too much? Because if you let me go, I promise to forget anything I saw and just--"

"And what exactly do you think you saw, Phil?" I cut in harshly.

His throat worked as he swallowed hard. "Nothing. I don't know."

But the image in the mirror told another story. Phil, dressed in business clothes. The same ones he had been wearing the other night when he'd come home early from his trip. He had a pile of clothes in one hand and was rifling through his nightstand with the other. He paused and leaned closer to a notepad perched there. Then, he shrugged and continued to pack his clothing. I was about to press him when the image shifted. Phil, again, but this time in a low-lit bar or lounge. Across from him sat a stunning woman with long, pin-straight, black hair. Face of an angel, plump lips, wide cornflower eyes. She smiled, flashing her dazzling white teeth, and then leaned in to take Phil's hand.

"Wh-who is that?" Zoe asked, her voice barely a whisper.

"Her name is Victoria," Phil said slowly, eyes widening in terror-laden shock as he focused in on the image and then met my gaze. "But how--"

Victoria, indeed.

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