“What’s going on?” I asked, swallowing.
He shook his head, cupping the back of his neck, a little abashed. “Tell me more about it.”
I blinked. “More about what?”
“All the witch stuff. You family,” said Dom. “I didn’t really get to ask before, and I want to understand it all.”
I stared at him, hoping the dumbstruck nature of my reaction wasn’t written clearly on my face. “Okay.”
“After you tell me what Lu was talking to you about,” he added.
Rolling my eyes, I dropped my bag from my shoulder. “Aren’t you greedy?”
“I didn’t get to ask about that earlier either.” Dom waited patiently, moving around his things so that we could both sit down on the couch if we wanted to.
I remained standing. “In the kitchen, Lu was just talking about the apothecary she’s opening up by Main Street and asked me a favor.”
“A favor?”
“Pretty much.” I shrugged.
“What was it?”
I paused.
“What?”
I shrugged again. “You’ll think it’s weird.”
“I just asked if you would tell me more about paganism in the modern world. I don’t think I’ll be shocked after tonight.” His chuckle was a deep rasp.
Oh, he needed to wait before declaring those sorts of fighting words.
“She asked if I would work at the shop a bit, like on opening day.”
“When is that?”
“Solstice is the goal.” At least, the last I’d checked. “We’re a little less than two months out.”
“And you will be working with her? That’s the favor?”
“She wants me to read tarot and palms at the shop as part of the grand opening,” I finally admitted.
Dom blinked. “You do that?”
“I think I told you that.”
“I knew the tarot stuff about my tattoos you brought up, but I didn’t know you could actually read all the cards,” Dom clarified.
Both of us took a second to look back down to his forearm, where his own mystical tattoo was etched into his skin.
“Well, I do,” I confirm. “I’m actually considered pretty good.”
Dom nodded, as if a decision had been made. His dark eyes stuck onto me. “Read mine.”
“You want me to read your cards?”
“Yeah.”
