Noia gasps, her hands flying to her mouth, while Sasha’s jaw practically unhinges.
Wait.Tiny joy?
Holy shit. Is Noia pregnant?
Mind racing, I stare at my friend’s glowing, shocked face. When Ryder finds out he’s going to be a dad, the giant, gruff and tough teddy bear will lose his shit in the best way.
“Holy shit. Are youpreggers?” Sasha asks her best friend.
“I had a feeling, but…”
All of us girls squeal at the same time.
“It’s not for sure…”
“Okay, you psychos,” I sigh. “Calm down and let Noia breathe.” I glance at Madame Solis. “Who’s next?”
She shifts her dark, penetrating gaze over to Sasha, who immediately straightens her spine and crosses her arms.
“Ah, the fierce and loyal protector,” Madame Solis murmurs, holding out her hands in invitation.
Sasha hesitates only for a second before slowly sliding herhands across the table, allowing the psychic’s long fingers to lightly trace her palms.
“Your past is a fortress built of quick wit and sharp humor. You kept the world at arm’s length to protect a very tender, fragile heart.”
Pink dusting her cheeks, Sasha scoffs, “I’m a tough girl, what can I say?”
“Indeed,” Solis smiles knowingly. “But your present is warm. Your walls were finally breached by a man also marked in ink. One with endless patience. One who sees the softness inside you’ve always tried so hard to hide.”
I nudge Sasha’s knee under the table with my own. Jax definitely knocked down her walls, in more ways than one.
“However, your future...” The psychic’s brow furrows slightly, thumbs pausing. “I see two distinct paths. One involves a sudden leap of faith involving your career—a massive risk that will test your desperate need for control. On the other, a commitment anchoring you to this town, sealed by a circle and a promise.”
Sasha’s jaw drops. “A circle and a promise? Can you be more specific?”
“All I can say is that the universe is preparing to put you at a crossroads,” Solis answers smoothly, releasing her hands and leaning back in her chair. “Which path you take depends entirely on how much control you are willing to surrender, giving you an opportunity to merge them into one.”
Leaving Sasha blinking in surprise, she shifts her gaze to me.
I swallow hard as Madame Solis’s dark, penetrating eyes lock onto mine.
“And now, the artist,” she murmurs, holding out her hands, palms open.
Reluctantly, I give in. Skin surprisingly warm, her touch is feather-light and grounding.
“Your past is painted in bruising shades of blue and fierce, fiery reds,” she begins, voice dropping to a hypnotic hum. “A masterpiece of stubbornness, you have spent years layering sarcasm and anger over a deeply fractured canvas, all to protect yourself from a boy who not only took a piece of your heart, but fractured your soul each time he walked away.”
I shift uncomfortably in my seat.
Holy fuck.
“But now…” A soft smile lifts the corners of her mouth. “Now that boy has returned a shining star, crumbling the walls you built to dust. You’re basking in his golden light, anchored by a love that was never truly lost, only waiting for the right season to bloom.”
Sasha nudges me with her elbow, a smug little grin on her face.
“As for your future…”
When she presses her thumbs more firmly into my palms, her eyes widen, shimmering with a spark that makes my pulse kick up a notch.
