Jon's Spooky Corpse Conundrum (Jon's Mysteries Case Book 3) by AJ Sherwood

Author:AJ Sherwood [Sherwood, AJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-08-02T04:00:00+00:00

Breaking a psychic-anchor bond was no joking matter. I only knew how to do it in theory and I called in Carol to help me break my mother’s.

“I don’t know what you expect me to do from here,” Carol said with a mingle of exasperation and sympathy. “Breaking a bond is a very personal thing. I mean, you can link up and help her, but she still has to be the one to do it.”

“I know that, but neither of us have even seen this done. We only know in theory how to do it. But your cousin did this a few years ago, right?”

“Ah, that’s why you called me. Yeah, I helped Libby with hers. Although I’m frankly not sure whether your mother’s situation is better or worse than hers.”

That was indeed the question. Her cousin Libby had had a good woman as an anchor, and they’d been dating for about three years when Libby’s anchor was in a terrible motorcycle accident. It hadn’t killed her, but the anchor was left in a vegetative state with absolutely no hope for recovery. Because she was still living, the bond was intact. They’d chosen to break the bond before taking her off life support, as feeling her anchor die would have been so much worse for Libby. Carol had been somewhat traumatized by the experience afterwards and told me flatly she’d never do it again, not unless life and death was on the line.

So I was thankful she was at least talking to me about this over the phone. “Anyway, what do we do?”

“This is a lot like chopping off an arm. Unfortunately. It’ll be easier for your mother if you link up with her. Then you can not only support her, but show her precisely where to cut.”

This made sense to me. Psychic-anchor bonds were visible to any psychic, more so with the visual-type psychics than the more emotional-based ones. It was tricky to see your own bond unless you were very oriented towards sight. Mom was, of course, but living energy was blinding to her. It was too strong. It would be easier on her if I showed her precisely where the bond was. “I can’t do this for her?”

“Unfortunately not. Bonds are strong against outside interference.”

I’d been afraid that was the answer. I looked toward Mom, who sat on the couch with me. She took my free hand and gave me a game nod. If she was willing to proceed, I was determined to help her.

We linked up, and that part was easy—like breathing. I’d linked up often with my mother during my formative years as she tried to show me what she was seeing. Or I tried to show her what I saw. Once linked, I kept hold of her hand and looked at her. One glance made me internally wince, and I had to lock down my expression before it gave too much away. She was in so much pain, her lines writhed with it. Agony beat through her like a drum and if I’d had the power, I’d have dulled those lines for her.

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