Fine, but are you ready to serve because we’ve got a situation?
And there it was.
Ryan usually pushed him to take it easy after Kryder unleashed some hurt, but not this time.
Grant looked at both his hands. He felt the strangest tingling race up his forearms then over his biceps. He felt odd, as though he could almost sense the future, which was more a fae trait than wolf. What’s goin’ on?
I just got a call from the Revel Border Patrol. A fae who lives near the Graveyard called in to report three wolves attacking a woman not far from where the canal ends. Revel thought we might want to take care of this ourselves.
It was the right call. Better to have wolves taking down wolves than the fae Border Patrol.
Grant experienced a sudden, powerful need to head out there. I’m on it. When it came to Revel, he had his own making-up to do. He’d always regretted his part in the Fae-Wolf wars. Since that time, he’d bent over backwards to repair the damage that had been done to the relationship between territories.
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Natalie McKinnon felt a sudden, profound need to strangle the human sitting in the tall, winged-back chair. Terry was complaining about her husband, also a human, who didn’t pay her enough attention.
Natalie tried to be sympathetic, she really did. Instead, her patience had run thin and all she wanted to do was slap the female silly for being such a small creature. Wasn’t she aware that while she could travel the world at her leisure because of the money her husband earned with future information Natalie provided, Natalie’s world would forever be confined to Rev
el Territory in the alter world of Five Bridges? Couldn’t Terry see how blessed she was?
Natalie met with her clients in her futurist studio in an upscale part of Revel Territory. Both witches and fae could reach into the future. She’d even heard some deadtalkers could as well. Almost from the beginning, she’d earned her bread-and-butter with her futurist gift.
Right now, she was positioned behind the tall client chair, which was her preferred way of working.
Terry continued to mumble her complaints. Same-old, same-old and boring as hell.
Natalie took deep breaths. She’d heard recently that in order to grow calm one had to take seven breaths, though she suspected given her state of mind, she’d probably need twenty.
She admitted she’d been less than patient lately. Something was going on with her, she just didn’t know what. She enjoyed an excellent seven-figure annual income from her work as a fae futurist, the name she preferred to ‘fortune teller’. For being confined to Five Bridges, she had a beautiful canal-side home, a lovely studio in a park-like setting and everything she could need.
When Terry paused in her whining, Natalie said, “Shall we begin?”
“Yes, yes. Of course. I almost forgot why I was here.”
No kidding. “Just relax.”
Natalie steeled herself to enter the future. She was grateful she earned a lot of money, because it hurt to bust open the secrets of what-was-to-come, or at least it did for her.
She took one final deep breath and prepared for the severe cramping she would experience all up and down her spine. The spasming of her muscles had just begun, when a ghost appeared next to her, though not within Terry’s view.
Natalie jumped.
The ghost, a woman, seemed disgruntled, like she had better things to do. She was a mass of vaporous, well-delineated lines that were in full color. She shoved her long blond hair behind her shoulders then crossed her arms over her chest as she met Natalie’s gaze.
Natalie had never had a ghost visit her before.
The woman reached for Natalie telepathically. You need to help my husband. He’s trying to save one of your kind. The woman got mauled or something. It’s bad.
The ghost vanished.
Natalie lifted a finger in protest. She needed more information. A location, for instance, would be useful.
Ghosts usually didn’t come to visit. That was Deadtalker territory. She was a Revel fae. She dealt with what was to come, not spirits who had passed.
Who was this ghost’s husband? And where was this event supposed to be taking place? “What the hell?”
Her words broke the trance. Her client said, “That was faster than usual. Did you see my dear hubs in the future? Should he invest in the start-up or not?”