Psychic Surveys Book Eight: The Weight of the Soul: A Gripping Supernatural Thriller by Shani Struthers

Author:Shani Struthers [Struthers, Shani]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Authors Reach
Published: 2021-07-31T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Trust your instinct, and that’s what I did, standing there in front of this man, holding the champagne glass he had given me.

He intrigued me. How assured he was, his confidence. He’d handed me a drink, and he’d disappear soon – why on earth would a man like him hang around a girl like me? And so I wanted to soak up every second of his company that I was graced with.

Would he say something? Speak to me? Should I perhaps seize my chance?

“Thank you.” The words fell from my mouth. “For the champagne.” Although hardly groundbreaking, it was a start, at least.

He smiled but said nothing. And then he turned, fulfilling my worst fears.

There were so many people ahead of us, a horde. What if I lost sight of him, lost him completely? I didn’t know what the time was, only that it continued to slip away.

I couldn’t lose him! I wouldn’t! I was nineteen, and no man had ever made such an impact on me. No one had come close.

“Wait! Wait,” I demanded, pushing through the crowds and hurrying after him.

It was such a bold thing for me to do! So…out of character. I was never this forthright.

“WAIT!”

Thank goodness my voice managed to somehow penetrate the wail of the music. He stopped and turned, slowly, his eyes, what I could see of them – bright blue – locking with mine. I inhaled. All courage left me. What was I going to say next? I had no clue, but I prayed he wouldn’t just turn and leave me stranded once more.

He didn’t.

Instead, he inclined his head, as if curious.

I came to a standstill before him, my smile shy, silently cursing because of it. This wasn’t a man who’d warm to a shy smile.

Oh, there was so much music in the air, so much chatter, but in that moment it all seemed to fade to silence as, again, he waited for me to speak.

Confident. Assured. I’ve already said those were qualities he oozed, qualities I’d been taught too by a mother who was also that way inclined. Time to make use of them, to believe in myself, because as Mother liked to say, belief was everything.

As my mouth opened, I could feel myself grow in stature, becoming taller somehow, less naïve and more dazzling. Like him, someone who was something to behold.

“You gave me a drink,” I said. “I’d like a cigarette too. Do you have one?”

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