Page 8 of Oracle Returns: Time will Stop

Lucian continued, feeling the hostile energy in the room, and it was expected. Thankfully, Avalon was sturdy and could hold her own.

He hoped.

Because this had the potential to get ugly, and that put him and Bishop in the middle.

“This is Avalon Carter,” he stated. “Oracle to those of us who are psychic. She is the keeper of the static, so to speak,” he added.

Neither Littlemoon held out a hand to touch her or be near the woman.

Why?

Julian was feeling uneasy. There was an energy in the room surrounding them, and he didn’t like how it felt. Oh, it wasn’t a bad energy, per se.

It was difficult to describe.

To him, it felt like there were a million ghosts circulating around her, just waiting to overtake them. There was that vibe that it was as if they were NOT alone there.

Yeah, and it was rare he felt that way.

Truthfully, this reminded him of when his doors were closed, and he was being crowded by the dead to get his attention.

Only now, his doors were open, and he knew there were no dead there.

Not.

One.

This office was a ghost-free space with Raven’s protections in place. The dead-zone was no longer a parking lot of free-loading spirits until he took that spell down.

Instead, it would stay a vacant wasteland of silence, and now, he didn’t like it.

Not.

One.

Bit.

Lucian continued, going through the whole family, making sure that everyone there, psychic and non-psychic, had been introduced to them.

When he was finished, he and Bishop kept their distance, only because this was a difficult situation for them. The Littlemoons were their new family, who welcomed them with open arms, and gave them a place to call their own.

And Avalon was their old family, who also did the same.

God.

This sucked.

When he was finished, Avalon took that moment to be one hundred percent honest.

“I wish we were all meeting under different circumstances,” she said, watching the family mourn for their dead sister. “From being near Ridge and Lucian in the static, I know about all of you.”

Tori went there, not wanting to offend the woman, but this was all hitting like a ton of bricks.

It came out of nowhere.

And she hated it.

“We can’t say the same about you,” she said, holding a handful of balled up tissues from the on and off crying jag that hit her every time she thought about Wynter, and how she was gone.