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“Alejandro King,” Mama replies.
“Wait up,” Pocus says, slowly holding his right hand up. “The name sounds awfully familiar. Isn’t that the same bastard that worked for Anderson Grey three years ago?”
“One in the same,” Mama replies with a nod.
“He disappeared after causing a gigantic mess, and now he’s back to fuel another fire of evil,” I remark.
“Do you know how we can find the bastard?” Pocus asks Mama.
“I may,” Mama replies. “But before that, you have to bring Victoria back here.”
My chest constricts painfully at the mention of her name. I wonder if I’ll feel this stabbing pain in my heart each time I hear someone mention her.
“Victoria? Why?” Pocus asks with a puzzled frown directed at Mama.
“To buy yourselves some time,” Mama replies. “You see, the Azharus spell connected their souls and energy flow. Victoria has a powerful essence, and her energy has probably helped you repel Edward’s attack before now. As it is now, you’re very low on energy. Another forced vision is likely to be fatal for you.”
“Fatal? Wh… what does that mean?”
Mama looks me squarely in the eyes. “One more vision, and you’ll die, Seer.”
* * *
Ican’t remember at what point my life got so chaotic. When did it all get so tangled up? There’s no obvious point where it all went wrong, and yet, nothing is going right. I feel so tired of fighting, but to stop is to die.
“Drink up, my friend,” Pocus says, pushing a glass into my hands.
I mindlessly raise the glass to my lips. I recognize the potent smell of scotch, but I can barely taste the liquid as it rolls down my tongue to my throat. I might as well be drinking water. Pocus throws a worried glance my way, but I avoid his gaze, looking toward Snake, who’s absorbed with whatever is on his laptop screen.
Pocus had invited Snake into my room after Mama had left and had instructed him to try to figure out Victoria’s location after we confirmed that she was no longer in NOLA.
“Found it,” Snake says excitedly. He turns the computer screen toward Pocus and me. “She got on a plane to Minnesota two days ago.”
“Minnesota?” Pocus repeats, drawing his brows together in a puzzled frown. “Why there? New Orleans is the best place to start her practice.”
“She lived there with her aunt for a while,” I reply quietly. “Besides, she plans to become a nomad.”
“What’s her aunt’s name?” Snake asks.
“Mimi,” I reply. “Mimi Cromwell.”
“Okay,” Snake drawls, already clicking away rapidly on his keyboards. “And we have over one thousand Mimi Cromwells here… But not to worry, I’ll sort through it all.”
I tilt the glass cup in my hand to my lips, this time downing the whole thing.
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
The old fluffy cat jumps out of my arms, probably tired of being used as emotional support. Throwing its nose up in the air in a show of general disdain, it sashays away from me.
Aunt Mimi’s amused chuckle draws my attention away from the cat. At 46, she looks two decades younger and unbelievably gorgeous. She reminds me so much of Mama – a healthier, happier version.
I’ve been here a couple of days, but still, the contrast strikes me every time I look at Aunt Mimi. Where Mama is old beyond her years, Aunt Mimi is the opposite.
Does the path of a nomadic healer lead to ending up like Mama?
“Don’t pay Calissa any mind,” Aunt Mimi says, referring to her old proud cat that’s disappeared into the kitchen. “She’s got a good heart. Even though she’d never let you know it, would you, Calissa?”
“Of course,” I say, managing a small smile. “She was a good sport to let me cuddle her for a solid five minutes. That’s more than enough, I guess.”
