Lorene spoke a few soft words, and the shimmer disappeared, and the candles snuffed out.She offered her hand to Mira and helped her to her feet.“You said your parents are psychics?”
“Yes.Why?”
“Because that’s impossible,” Bitty said.“You’re a shifter, Mira.And your parents couldn’t possibly be related to you.”
* * *
Armed with more questions than she’d had when she arrived at the Wiccan store, Mira headed back to the festival grounds to talk to her parents.
Confront them, more like it.
She parked Nash’s car next to his RV and got out, scanning the area for her parents.She saw her dad first, as he stood watching the crowd that milled by.
“Dad?”
He turned and smiled at her.“You’ve been gone a while!How was the coffee?”
“Coffee?Oh, right.I didn’t get coffee.I need to talk to you and Mom.Now.”
His brows rose.“Is everything all right?”
“No.”
“She’s in the RV trying to get a pomegranate stain out of Lark’s favorite scarf.Let’s go see her.”
They found her mom at the kitchen sink in the RV, and the moment that the door shut and it was just the three of them inside, she said, “I went to see the Wiccan Corners to ask if they could figure out what was wrong with my power.”
Her parents froze, their smiles slipping to frowns.
“What?”Daphne asked.“Why would you do that?”
“The better question,Mom, is why would you say that I’m a psychic and your daughter when I’m really a shifter?”
“Hold on now,” her dad said, putting up his hand.“What did they tell you?”
“I won’t hold on!Tell me what the hell you did to me!You’re not my parents?What’s going on?”
They shared a knowing glance, and then her mom said, “It’s not what you think, Mira.”
“You’re damn right it’s not.I thought I was a psychic with screwed up powers.But the Wiccans did a revelation spell, and it showed that my powers—ofshifting—are suppressed with a spell.The spell is so powerful that it’s fully suppressed my shifter nature, and they couldn’t even tell what kind of shifter I am.What the actual hell happened?What am I?”she asked plaintively.
Her mom’s lips parted, but she didn’t say anything.Her dad’s jaw went tight.
“Why?”Mira pressed.
“Sweetheart,” her mom said.
“No, don’t be comforting right now, just tell me the truth.The Wiccans said that only the person who cast the spell over me can undo it.So who did the spell?Who decided I shouldn’t know what I really am?”
Her parents shared a loaded look.Mira wanted to scream.
“We should’ve told you sooner,” her dad said, sighing as he rubbed the back of his neck.
“But it wasn’t safe.We’re not sure it actuallyissafe, but we’ll tell you.”
“Tell me what?”she asked.
“That you’re adopted.”
