Oracle of Spirits #1 (BBW Paranormal Romance) by Mac Flynn

Author:Mac Flynn
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-03-01T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 7

I raced past the unconscious Mr. Bellamy and through the doors, but stumbled to a stop outside. The cold night air greeted me, and so did a familiar figure from the shadows.

"Where's the fire?" Osman spoke up as he walked up to the door. He wore the same overcoat as last night, and I swear he had the same cigarette between his lips.

I jumped back and stumbled into a trash can. I would've fallen, but Osman leapt forward and caught my hand. He righted me and chuckled.

"I always seem to be saving the day for you," he commented.

I glared at him and pushed him away. "Well, you're a little late tonight. I saved myself from the phantom that you were supposed to have killed-"

"Destroy," he corrected me.

"That you were supposed to take care of last night, and there's still this pale guy following me!" I snapped.

He smiled and folded his arms across the front of his overcoat. "I know. I told him to follow you."

My mouth dropped open. "You WHAT?"

"The pale man you mentioned in your phone message is my-well, you can call him my assistant," Osman admitted. "I told him to keep an eye on you during the day."

I narrowed my eyes and took a step backwards and away from him. "What the hell for?" I growled.

"To see if you were really a Phantom Whisperer," he told me.

My face twisted into disbelief. "A what?"

"A person who's capable of controlling phantoms," he explained.

"But I was attacked by one last night, and tonight," I reminded him.

He shrugged. "I thought perhaps our friend from last night was one of your toys who'd gotten out of hand. It's been known to happen."

Our conversation was interrupted when the door to the store swung open and the pale man stumbled out. He rubbed his neck one last time and dropped his arm when he sidled up to Osman.

"We have a problem," I heard him whisper to Osman. His voice was deep and tense.

Osman raised an eyebrow and his cigarette hung limp in his mouth. "How so?"

The pale man turned his eyes on me. "She destroyed a phantom with one of my spells."

Osman frowned. "That's not possible. Even with a spell a human can't destroy a phantom."

The stranger continued to look at me without blinking. "This one can."

Osman turned his gaze on me so they both stared at me. I raised my hands in front of me and took a few steps back.

"Listen, this was all an accident. I didn't know I wasn't supposed to touch that guy's thing," I defended myself.

"You're not supposed to be able to use it," Osman commented.

"Well, whatever I did wrong, I didn't mean to do it," I insisted. I made a bit more distance between me and their serious stares. "So now that the phantom's gone and you know I'm not its master or anything, we're cool, right?"

Osman dropped his arms to his side and shook his head. "We're far from cool. You need to come with us."

I rolled my eyes and gestured to the pale guy.

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