Oracle of Spirits #2 (BBW Paranormal Romance) by Flynn Mac

Author:Flynn, Mac
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mac Flynn
Published: 2016-03-08T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 7

"Now are you going to sit down or what?" Cecilia snapped at me. I faced her and plopped back down on the couch. She looked me up and down, and sighed. "This is going to be a lot of work."

I stared down at myself and frowned. "Why?"

"Because you hardly have any powers, and what you do have is weak," she told me.

"I have enough to kill a phantom," I argued.

"You don't kill a phantom, you destroy it," she scolded me. She leaned back and folded her arms. "Besides, you can't have that much power. Your aura's too small."

"I did, too. You can just ask Cronus," I insisted.

She snorted. "Not likely. I've never seen him."

I frowned. "Why not?"

She shrugged. "He doesn't come by here. Mr. Ian says he's shy."

I raised an eyebrow. "Why do you call him Mr. Ian, anyway?" I asked her.

"Because old habits die hard, okay?" she snapped. "I was really small when he found me and got me a place to stay, and that's what I called him and it stuck." She leaned forward and shook a fist at me. I noticed there was a slight reddish tinge to her skin that illuminated the room. "Got a problem with that?"

I held up my hands and shook my head. "No problem except what's wrong with your hand."

She grinned and sprayed her hands out so her palm faced me. "This is the power of a strong mystic. A bunch of people can sense someone's emotions or feel trouble, but not many can actually move objects or destroy the Dark Evil."

"The Dark Evil?" I repeated.

She threw up her arms. "Didn't he tell you anything?"

"Nope," I quipped.

Says they'll do an emotion test. Girl pulls out a deck of cards from end table nearby with raised dots on the otherwise white surface. Placed them on the top of the end table. Says she'll read them and emit an emotion that won't show on her face, and she has to guess the emotion.

"Ready?" she asked me.

I shrugged and then remembered she couldn't see. "I guess," I told her.

Cecilia brushed her fingers over a card and waited with a blank face. I waited. She waited. I waited. Finally she frowned and slammed the card on the coffee table.

"Well?" she wondered.

"Well what?" I retorted.

"What emotion was I feeling?" she questioned me.

I shrugged again. This was going to take time. "I didn't feel or see anything."

"You weren't supposed to see anything, but feel it," she reminded me.

"I didn't feel anything, either," I added.

"We'll try it again, and this time pay attention," she snapped at me. She took another card from the deck and brushed her fingers over the dots. I squinted my eyes and focused on her face, but I neither felt nor saw anything that gave me a hint of her emotions.

"Nope, not working," I told her.

She growled and slapped the card on the table. "Can you even guess what I was feeling?"

"Stoic-ness?" I guessed.

"That isn't an emotion," she pointed out.

"I don't know. Maybe extreme depression?" I tried.

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