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A few people declined to be read, like Drag and his entire pack, and I wondered why. Randi also rejected Shayla, but Nellie hadn’t.
“Natalie Elaine Shimwell, beware of the dark clouds who are leaving you unsafe in your current position. Choose a new direction or choose death.”
Fear took over Nellie’s face and it took all my strength not to jump up, call her a rat, then kill her. Since Drag was the alpha, I glanced at him for confirmation and he shook his head. A long sigh left me, and for once, I kept my damn mouth shut.
Shayla stopped at Jimmy with a curious expression. “There are nine figures for the house. Seven will lead the race with nine on its tail, and snake eyes come in last. The two shall not pass the other three, but five shall follow it along with six.”
Jimmy’s eyes were as wide as mine, neither of us having any idea what the hell she meant. He quickly pulled out his phone, and I hoped he was taking notes as Shayla turned her attention toward me.
“You must stay safe, silver. You cannot complete the prophecy if your body lays cold in the ground. Take the offer.”
“If you are not fed, you will be dead,” Cece sang. “Take the offer.”
“Do not be stubborn,” Delaney said, holding Archie up to her face. “Take the offer.”
I started to open my mouth and Shayla waved her hand. “We are done.”
She lifted the hem of her dress and strolled toward the darkness with her sisters behind her.
They departed so quickly, I didn’t have time to ask the thousand questions that swirled through my head.
My gaze went from their retreating shadows to the bonfire, my mouth hanging open. I rubbed my eyes, attempting to once again make sure I wasn’t dreaming.
What just happened?
How can she tell me I’m a witch who might die, then disappear?
Everyone began to converse about what Shayla had told them, and I zoned out, only hearing muffled voices.
My twenty-fifth birthday was only eight months ago, and since then I’d fallen in love with a vampire, betrayed and escaped my society, became so depressed I’d wished I was dead, got slapped back to reality when I found out Luka was alive, and had been told I came from a long line of witches.
What the fuck else can happen?
Chapter 22
Winnie
Afire burned inside of me as I paced the creaky wooden floors of my cabin. I wasn’t mad at Shayla or Lyric. I was angry with myself. If I had told my girlfriend the truth, I could be out there enjoying everyone’s company—enjoying her company. Then Shayla had to stick her nose in our damn business and make things worse.
Seriously, though. What the fuck do witches know? Not shit, that’s what. Okay, maybe they know more than me, but that doesn’t mean they should go around telling people.
A tap on my door halted my furious thoughts, and I stopped next to my desk, using my senses to see who it was. “Come in, Marcus.”
The door squeaked open and he stepped inside, the look on his face telling me it was lecture time. “It still creeps me out that you can smell me.”
“I can smell everyone.” I slammed my ass into my computer chair, leaned back, and crossed my hands behind my head. “What’s up, bro?”
“I was letting you know the witches left.”
“Good,” I spat, and Marcus narrowed his eyes.
“What’s going on with you and Lyric?”
I snickered, then let out a hard breath. “Nothing.”
He cocked his head to the side. “Doesn’t sound like it’s nothing.”
“She’s pissed at me because I lied to her about the mission!” A hundred emotions went through me at once and I flung myself from my seat. I began pacing again, my hands flying wildly as I spoke. “But you know I didn’t have a choice, Marcus. We have to do whatever we can to find Luka and Strike. We have enough to worry about with my friends being tortured and everything else going on, and now I have to worry about someone else being happy? Well, what if I don’t want to? What if I was fine only worrying about myself? This is why I didn’t want a real relationship. Because of shit like this. Then Shayla had to stick her nose in and put more doubts in Lyric’s head, and that’s gonna make it worse. Just because she can see the future doesn’t mean she should go blabbing it! That witch needs to stay out of my business. I fucked up my relationship and I will be the one to fix it, if I decide that’s what I want!”
