Page 22 of The Dragon's Warlock

“She was there.”

The woman put the gem in her pocket and stepped to the side. Her husband did the same, but he still frowned at Gideon. There was something between the three, and Diem felt out of place. Gideon was keeping secrets from her, and based on the conversation, it seemed like that might affect her ability to see her sister again.

“Thank you.”

She and Gideon walked into the home. She followed Emma into a small room. Red drapes covered the wall. In the center was a small table with two chairs. Gideon leaned against the doorframe, not stepping completely into the room.

Emma nodded toward the open chair. “I don’t know how all this works.”

“Take a deep breath.” Emma set a globe on the table before sitting down.

Diem tried not to laugh. The woman was going to tell her where her sister was with a globe. It wouldn’t be the strangest thing to happen in the last twenty-four hours, but it was hard to believe the globe knew the truth. She watched as it magically filled with smoke. The side of her brain that still didn’t understand the supernatural world didn’t believe a smoke-filled globe would hold the answer.

Movement near the door caught her attention. Garth was motioning for Gideon to follow him out the door. Gideon’s eyes were on Diem. She understood the silent question and nodded. He turned and walked out with Garth. Now she was alone with Emma and a smoked-filled ball. Butterflies danced in her stomach, making her want to throw up.

“You want answers about your sister,” Emma said.

“How do you know that?”

The pretty woman arched her manicured brow.

“Sorry—still new to this supernatural stuff,” Diem said and regretted letting that piece of information slip.

“You will struggle at first, but Gideon will help you find your way.”

“Is that what you see?”

“No. I can see the struggle in your face. Your aura has red in it, and I’m guessing that is from anger mixed with turmoil.”

“How do you know Gideon will help me?”

Emma smiled softly. “Whenever he looks at you, his eyes soften. I’ve known him for three hundred years, and I’ve never seen him soften around anyone. His aura has also changed, but Gideon will fight for what he feels for you because he thinks he doesn’t deserve happiness. He’s a good man.”

There was no doubt in her mind that Gideon was a good man. He’d agreed to drive with her, even after someone came after her. “Why does he think he doesn’t deserve happiness?”

“That isn’t my story to tell,” Emma said.

“How about why you looked shocked to see him and your husband wanted to kill him? How sure can I be that your husband isn’t trying to kill him right now?”

“Garth wouldn’t hurt Gideon. You’ll need to have him tell you the story. My mate is a good man. He can tell when my mood changes, and when I saw Gideon, I was sad—not because of him but because of the memory that came to mind.”

Diem was sick of people only telling her half stories. When they left the house, she would ask that Gideon explain what had happened. Even if he didn’t want to talk about it, she would demand answers.

“What can you tell me about my sister? I’m trying to find her.”

“Your twin sister is safe for now, but you need to find her.”

“How am I supposed to do that?”

Emma rested her hands on the ball. The smoke inside it swirled and turned from white to purple. Her lips turned down as she stared into the swirling smoke. “You need to go on a spiritual journey to find her.”

“Aren’t you a spiritual person? Is this the journey?”

“Yes, but no journey is easy. The spirits have already set in motion the path you need to take. They are clouding the information I have to see to tell you what you need. From what I understand, you have the answers in your mind. You aren’t tapping the information you need.”

“What the fuck?” she huffed. “I’ve racked my brain a million times, and I can’t remember.”

“A spiritual awakening will help you find your answers.”

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