Page 14 of Oracle Returns: Time will Stop

“You see the dead, but she sees souls. Each ghost had a soul once, and it’s a different thing,” he admitted. “The souls call out to us, needing help. The ghosts that are taken violently no longer have their souls until they cross. They need to be reunited with them to move on.”

To be a good host, Julian handed her a mug of tea and offered her some honey and lemon.

“Just plain, thank you,” she said, wrapping her fingers around the mug to be warm. Beside her, Nate kept them connected at the knees so that she could continue to see.

Because he was a curious witch, Raven wanted to know why she was wearing the sunglasses. He also wanted to know how she knew where they all were, even when they weren’t speaking. He’d watched her check out all of the family without any cues from her husband.

“Lucian said you’re blind. You’re tracking everyone, so how is that possible?”

She explained.

“Magick. Like you wield spells, I also know a few. My husband is my eyes when I need to be aware of everything in the room. It’s part of my psychic gift to join with him, so I can utilize his vision. We have the same bond you have with your wife, and that Lucian has with his and Ridge. But I can also use anyone else’s eyes if Nathaniel isn’t near me as long as they are psychic.”

Raven sighed because he knew exactly why she was able to utilize her husband in that way.

“Sex magick.”

She nodded.

“In your world, that’s what it’s called. In mine, it’s something more. A vow of sort, and a promise to be bound together forever. When I pass, my soul will find Nate’s and vice versa. Like when you pass, and Bexley’s will find yours.”

She looked over at the woman.

“By the way, I love your books.”

At her words, Bex blinked.

“You read my books? How?” she asked.

That amused Avalon.

“Audio books. I still have ears,” she admitted, laughing.

As she did, that warm sound cascaded through the room, drawing goosebumps across their flesh, and it wasn’t lost on them that they’d heard it before.

Well, some of them.

Yeah, powerful would be an understatement when it came to this woman.

No.

Doubt.

At her faux pas, Bex apologized.

“Of course, you do. I’m sorry. It’s been a night. Right now, I’m sure my house is a-rocking and not in a fun way. The dead are there, and hopefully, not tunneling to China to escape.”

She was aware, and she shared.

“Trey is NOT happy,” she admitted. “He’s screaming across the static to get out. He wishes to tear me a new one for not, and I use his words, not mine, ‘spring him from this witch-forsaken spell hole’. I do have to say that he’s something.”

Julian took his seat again beside his wife, and he could only sigh.

“Oh, well, he’s something, all right. That’s for goddamn sure.”

Oh, she was aware.

As they sat there, Raven held his wife’s hand. Now that they were speaking and getting everything laid out, he could feel all the energy coming off of Avalon.