“How long are you here for?” Moira kicked off her shoes and tucked her feet under her thighs.
Thalia grinned. “Eighteen months, give or take a few.”
“What happens after that?”
Thalia lifted a shoulder in a shrug. “No idea. I’ll either go back to where I came from, or I’ll move somewhere else.”
“Why do you keep moving?”
Damn. Moira was good at this.
“Clever girl,” Thalia said. “People get tired of handling me and want me out of their hair.”
“People? As in more than one?”
“What can I say? I’m popular.”
“Do you know who your parents are?”
“I know who my dad is.” A flicker in her eyes. Moira was close to hitting a nerve.
“Is he a paranormal?”
Thalia pretended to yawn and sat up. “Garrett will be back in a little while. He’s not going to be happy that I answered the door.”
“A paranormal, then,” Moira pressed. “You have the look of the fae about you, but I also suspect that’s not completely it. And there’s something about you I can’t put my finger on. Something familiar.”
Same thing I thought.
“Do you sell your visions?” I asked.
Thalia stiffened. “Are you calling me a whore, Evie?”
I froze. “What? No! Why would I do that?”
“I dunno. You seem a little judgmental.”
“I just wanted to know if you’re taking advantage of your magic. If you have all those negative sides of your power, one would hope you’d use it to get rich.”
Thalia’s look morphed from annoyance to thoughtful. “I’ve never tried forcing a vision before. Not to the specifics it would take to work with clients.” She tapped a finger on her chin.
“Damn, Evie. I could be an entrepreneur.” The smile she bestowed upon me lit up her entire face and turned her face from interesting to devastatingly beautiful.
A key turned in the door. Garrett walked in carrying a tray with two coffees, one of them piled high with whipped cream, sprinkles, and what I hoped was edible glitter on top.
My lips twitched, but I couldn’t laugh. Garrett was just now looking at me like he didn’t want to murder me, and I wanted to keep the peace.
“You aren’t supposed to answer the door,” he growled.
Thalia rolled her eyes. “She’s your Lord’s girlfriend. Why wouldn’t I open the door for her?”
“Because glamours aren’t that hard to make,” he said, kicking the door shut with his foot. “Are you sure that’s actually Evie and Moira?”
“Well, we haven’t tried to murder her yet,” I drawled.
Garrett rolled his eyes. “I know it’s you because of your scents, but Thalia doesn’t have a good nose.”
“I’m not an idiot,” she snapped.
