She smiled.
“Thank you, Ian. I appreciate that. I bought it not long ago, and I have been trying to make it my home,” she said, sitting on a couch as the two men sat across from her. “It’s a work in progress, like most people, but one day, it’ll be perfectly imperfect,” she admitted.
Well, it was witchy and mystical in there, and Ian liked it. Oh, it wasn’t his style, but he managed Elizabeth’s office. He wasn’t a psychic.
“So, Maisie told me very little. What she wanted to know was if I can banish a curse, and maybe answer a few questions for you.”
That was about right.
“We work for the people who bought Ravensmire,” he said. “It’s haunted, and there’s a curse. We’re trying to communicate with the dead, and they are not exactly being helpful. We get a lot of pointing, and nothing more. As for the curse, we need help lifting it.”
She listened but said nothing while he talked.
“The owner isn’t ghost-friendly, and we have come to learn that long ago, bad things happened there. We need help settling the place down.”
She picked up a pile of tarot cards, and handed them to Ian.
“Shuffle them, and then give them to your skeptic fiancé,” she said.
Gryphen lifted a brow.
How did she know that? Maisie was the one who talked to her, and not Finn.
Or did he call too?
Now, he had that feeling in his belly that this was not going to be entertaining like he thought.
It was going to be freaky.
Like Elizabeth, he didn’t like the woo-woo—especially since he’d encountered Ceit, and what wandered the grounds of Ravensmire.
Ian did as she asked, and then handed them to Gryphen. He literally put the top card on the bottom, and then handed them back.
Sarah smiled.
“You’re a tough one, aren’t you?” she asked.
He shrugged.
“You tell me. You’re the psychic.”
She didn’t get offended by it. If she had a dollar for every single time someone doubted her gift, she’d be very rich indeed. Only, she had been born with a spirit guide, and when she got out of school, she had been tired of pretending she was normal.
She wasn’t.
Laying the cards out, she looked over them.
“Okay, so the castle has lost love, pain, betrayal, and anger. There’s a lot of anger.”
Gryphen rolled his eyes.
Anyone could know that.
It was Ravensmire, and it was notorious in this village. He wasn’t buying this.
As she kept going, she paused.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “You nearly died,” she added, not looking up.
