She takes a sip of her gin and lets out a sigh.
I glance at Elias, waiting for him to start the conversation.
But before he can, she sets her hands on the table, fingers spread, and says, “You guys might be the perfect investigators for these maulings.The police are stumped.Maybe with your extra sensory...”—she taps her nose—“talents, you can find the culprit.”
“We know about the attacks,” Elias says.“That is why we were out in the middle of the night.”
“Oh, I thought it was to screw each other.”
“We haven’t done that for a long time.”Elias glowers.“And we wouldn’t have last night.”
“Oh, no?”I say and wrap my hand around the cool glass.“Felt like it was going that way, Elias.”My cock stiffens at the memory of him gripping it in his fist.
He glares at me.But it’s not hate, it’s because he knows I’m right.Once tipped to a certain degree of lust, there is no stopping Elias, not least because he was an alpha for many years and his cock knots once buried deep.
“We want to help,” I say, tearing my attention from Elias.“In any way we can.”
“Do you think it is a shifter perpetrating the attacks?”Her eyes widen.“Not something I’ve considered before, and I’m sure the police haven’t either.”She blows out a breath.“But with what I know now, my train of thought has changed.”
“We have no information,” Elias says.“Nothing to go on except what was on the news.”
“I have more.”She pulls out her phone.“My friend is a cop and last year I helped find a missing child.”
“You did?”I ask.
“Yeah, I’d been doing a piece on the poor little soul, she was really on my mind then I had a dream she was in an archway, you know, like a building under a bridge.Two men were with her, both dressed in smart suits and surrounded by magic stuff.You know, a top hat, this crystal box for disappearing in, capes, weird stuff.I did some investigating, turned out two guys ran a magic club from a place over near East Harlem, their premises one of those arched buildings.”She pauses and shakes her head.“I told my friend, said it was probably nothing, but the cops went to check it out and there she was, terrified.They’d taken her, wanted a child for some new trick, and had no intention of giving her back.”
“Fuck.”Elias runs his hand through his hair.“That was some dream.”
I nod.This confirms her magic is alive and well, even if she can’t explain it.“I’m sure her parents were very grateful, Maisey.”
“Yes, though...”She pauses and shakes her head again, her hair falling forward.“I did come under some suspicion.”
“What do you mean?”Elias asks.
“The police and the parents wanted to know how I knew, but I couldn’t explain it.”
“Have other strange things happened to you?”Elias asks.
“Well, I guess, but no stranger than other people.”
“Like what?”I lean forward.
“I’ve always had vivid dreams that seem to cross into reality, and often I’m doing something and I just stop dead and a place pops into my head and then...”She swallows.“Then I see on the news something has happened there.It’s like I know before I know.”She pauses.“Occasionally I have made things move just by wanting them to.”She laughs but frowns at the same time.“None of that makes any sense, I’m sorry.”
“It does make sense.”I touch her hand.
She doesn’t pull away.
“And I know things I can’t remember being taught as a kid,” she continues.“I grew up in the city, yet plant names come to me.I crave remedies I’ve never heard of if I get sick.So much that I go on the hunt for herbs and the like.”
Elias smiles and his attention flicks to me, the smile still in place.A warmth goes through my chest.His smile has always done that to me.It’s rare and fleeting.
“I think I know why,” he says turning back to her.
“So tell me.”She takes a sip of her drink.Her eyes are wide and curious.
“The reason you know these remedies is because the knowledge has been passed down to you.The spells are in your blood.”
