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“She’s obviously a shifter of some kind,” Greyson surmised. “We can research. See if the witch knows her.”
“Why couldn’t she be a vampire? Or an ancient of some kind?” Rafe asked. “Maybe she materializes like you and Julian do?”
“No, no, no. I would have known if she was an ancient being when I met her,” Julian insisted. “She’s something else…something unusual. She looked human but what I saw tonight…I literally put my hand right through her. But she’s not a ghost. I mean, you know I’ve seen my fair share of ghosts…that isn’t it. And how did this card get in my room?” Julian waved The Devil card in the air.
“Maybe she has the ability to perform astral projection? Maybe she’s a witch.”
“And the fire?” Rafe asked.
“Something tried to kill me back in Idaho. Something evil ignited that fire. Who knows? Maybe it followed me here to New Orleans or maybe it didn't, but I know one thing ... the energy ... it's dark. She knew it. She told me to run.”
“Let’s just go with this,” Rafe suggested. “She’s a paranormal of some kind. You’re alive. aren’t you? So whatever this is about she doesn’t seem to want to hurt you. Otherwise she would have just let you sleep.”
“But—” the ancient vampire began, but the wolf interrupted.
“No, Grey-man. Wait. Check this out.” Rafe looked to the tarot cards and up to Julian. “Give me one of those.” The Alpha handed him The Devil and he flipped it over and showed them the back of it. “This right here. When I saw the first one, I kept thinking about it. It looked familiar. I know where this came from. This is a special deck.”
“What?” Julian asked, wearing a surprised expression.
“This deck comes from a certain artist in the Quarter.” He waggled his eyebrows.
“You like tarot readings?” Julian raised an eyebrow at him, suspicious of his finding.
“Not me. But my sister does. Tabitha.”
“She’s pack?” Julian asked.
“She’s still in Acadian Wolves. I’d changed packs when I moved out west.”
“Who’s the artist?”
“O.M.” Rafe pointed to the right hand corner of the card. The miniscule initials had been painted in gold. “Onyx Moor. Her work is well known. I remember my sister telling me about how rare it is to find a pack of her cards. There’s only one or two places that carry them. They’re super-expensive.”
“Some reason you’re just mentioning this now?”
“You never asked.” Rafe shrugged.
“Let’s go find her,” Julian said.
“Dude, it’s like four in the morning. Also there’s just one other little snag.” Rafe cocked his head.
“What?”
“No one knows who she is. I’d suggest maybe we hit a few tarot places in the Quarter. I can text Tabi to see if she can remember where she got them so we aren’t starting from scratch.”
“Do it.” Julian reached for his cell phone. “Tomorrow then. First thing in the morning.”
“Skip the day visit.” Greyson crossed his arms over his chest. “Wait until sundown when I’m at my best.”
“I thought you said you’re always at your best?” Rafe challenged.
“I am always at my best. But I’m in a better mood at night.” Greyson turned to Julian. “Rafe will also be better at night. He’s a baby vamp. If he wants to turn on the fangs, night is his friend. But just for the record, I already don’t have a good feeling about this.”
“Yeah, me neither but I’m not backing down from whatever this is,” Julian asserted. “I’ve had enough bullshit in my life and if there’s a way to find this woman … then it’s on. Now that I’m free to be out in the open, I’m not going to let a fire ruin my chance for some fucking peace. Or this woman. I want to know who the fuck she is and whatever set that fire is about to be sent back to Hell.”
* * *
Julian looked up to the store sign. Divination. “There are more than a few psychics and witches in New Orleans. You sure this is it?”
