Piper LeVine, A Gypsy's Truth by Eris Kelli

Author:Eris Kelli
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: vampire, werewolf, eris kelli, piper levine

Chapter Twenty

I was in mud up to my elbows, literally, with this short large man angry at me for not knowing anything about gypsy earth luring. “You are not trying.” His face was only a few inches from mine, and it was so red I was worried about him having a heart attack. “Close your eyes and tell it to grow.”

My eyes closed, and I tried to ignore the smell of tuna fish on his breath.

How could anyone learn from this yelling grape? Grow you stupid seed.

“Feel the earth around your hands. What is it doing? How about the seed? Does it hear you?” I’m sure my skepticism was written all over my face. “Stop fighting it and forget what you think you know and listen to what you feel.” He kept saying that to me repeatedly as if he thought I was suddenly going to have this epiphany and hear the earth talking to me.

“Just pull your hands out.” He was glaring at me. His bottom lip had completely swallowed his top one. “Go and scrub my kitchen floor.”

“What?”

“Scrub my kitchen floor.”

“Why? I tried to hear the mud talk to me.” His little feet tapped on the floor when he hurried toward me, and I flinched as he came to a stop just before bowling me over.

“This is not a question and answer period. Scrub my floor or get out.” I turned toward the front door. “Course, I’ll have to tell Seraph you don’t really have it in you to be a gypsy.”

“If I scrub your floor will you pass me?”

“It is against gypsy law to lie to another gypsy member. I can’t do that. You’ll have to talk to the earth before you can have me in your corner.”

I put my hand on my hip. “So this floor scrubbing is just a perk?”

“Naw, you’re lazy. It’s to build up your resolve.” He put his hand in front of my face as I opened my mouth. “Enough talk. Scrub my floor and clean my kitchen.”

It was filthy. There was mud everywhere. Dried dirt clods were stacked on the countertop and red clay smeared across every surface. Each dirt clod weighed at least twenty pounds so I could only take a couple outside at a time. I must have been the first student of Benzea’s to have to do this because a lot of the gypsies passing by stopped to watch me.

Embarrassment didn’t stay with me. I was working on my fifteenth trip to dumping the dirt clods when Benzea told me I couldn’t just put them on his dirt. I had to put them in the forestry several yards further on his property.

“How’s it going?” Toryn asked as I lifted the first of the pile I’d made.

“Apparently you can’t put dirt on dirt.” He tried to take it from me but I didn’t let him. “You’d better keep moving, Toryn. Every time I talk to you I get lectured by everybody.”

He walked with me to the trees where I dumped the dirt clods.

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