Page 21 of Beyond Your Darkness, I'm Your Light

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Thirty minutes later and Grams is all caught up… Again.

“Well, I’ll say, that’s some dream that wasn’t a dream at all.” She says, fanning herself, and I roll my eyes. “I’ll have to do some digging to see what this could mean, and to see if anyone has heard or seen Astra here.”

“Thanks, Grams, I appreciate it. Now,” I begin. “I have to get ready for a client to come over. I have to summon a couple he needs answers from.” I say, getting up from my bed as the throbbing continues to radiate from between my legs.

“You need to put an ice pack down there and fix your walk, dear.” She snickers.

“Shut it, Grams. This is no laughing matter. How the hell could he do this?” I say, grabbing my girly bits and heading to soak in a hot bath.

“I’m chucking it up to his big dick energy. Clearly, that man knows how to wield his sword.” She cackles with laughter.

“Help me remember why I told you any of this in the first place?” I move around the bathroom the best I can, gathering things that will hopefully help with the soreness.

“Dear, why don’t you just use your powers to do that?” She asks, and I swear, nobody understands that I’m trying to live a normal life.

“Why do I need to? I only use my powers when I can’t get the job done by myself. Plus, I don’t want them to draw the wrong attention to me if you catch my drift.”

“I understand, maybe one day you will change your mind.” She smiles with so much hope that I have to look away. “I’ll leave you to your soak. You should also take up that young man that was at the morgue today’s offer to help you shield your mind from prying eyes.” She suggests.

“I planned on it. I figure I will help him and he will help me. It’s a win-win situation.” I say.

“Um, Moon, what are those?” She asks, pointing to my neck and breasts? I look in the mirror at my breasts and immediately begin to blush.

“Nothing.” I lie, hurrying up and sitting down in my hot bath water. “Awww, this feels amazing.” I sigh, hoping she will get the picture and exit, stage left.

“You win this round, girl, but I’ll get those answers sooner rather than later.” She promises and vanishes.

“Thank goodness. Finally, I’m alone.” I say, settling farther into the water. I won’t dare close my eyes, afraid I’ll have another dream before Aryas comes over. I’ve decided tonight is going to be a business meeting rather than me giving my virginity away to him. I mean, how can he compare to my assassin after the sex we had?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, he’s notmyanything, except someone that wants to kill me. That has me thinking, could they have found me after all this time?

I’ve been hiding for a while now. Not by choice and not because of something I did. No, they wanted me and my powers, so they could use them for evil. I would have made a great assassin, but I told them no and before they could make me disappear, I disappeared. I’ve been living a semi-normal life, using as little of my powers as possible for the greater good ever since. But it seems like that has almost come to an end.

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About an hour later, I’m dressed and ready to go… Down to the basement that is. I chuckle to myself. I have a concealment spell in place that shields my home from prying eyes. It’s not off the charts, but you can’t tell that it’s a house from what the spell allows you to see.

My home is actually an old Victorian style two-story house. It’ll remind you of the witch's house from the 80s movie Teen Witch. Goddess, I love that movie. It’s two stories of pure vintage things. From the tattered wood outside to the furniture inside, my house is almost a complete replica to Madame Serena’s.

While that’s not what people see on the outside, I love it. They see a shack that actually leads to the basement where I summon the dead. Working at the morgue allows me to encounter folks that don’t think their loved ones or the person’s body they are coming to identify died as they were told.

Most Humans think I’m nuts while others believe me. They don’t know what I truly am, but they trust what I can do nonetheless. When Aryas sees me, he’s gonna get a kick out of my outfit. Hell, I’m trying to contain my laughter.

Making it down to the basement, I pull out my crystal ball. You know, to add more theatrics to the whole fortune teller gig. The dead really get a kick out of it when I summon them. Their loved ones, not so much.

My smooth, brown skin shines brightly against my white, ruffled blouse with its quarter-length sleeves. I threw on a short, black leather skirt to show off my killer legs. Why, I have no idea. It’s not like I’m trying to impress Aryas or anything, or… Am I?

Goddess, what is wrong with me? One minute, I’m being marked by someone I know nothing about with the exception that he’s claimed me, and the next, I’m being fucked by my assassin. How does this even happen to someone like me? I’m in a bit of a pickle I would say.

“Oh, a pickle indeed, you cheeky, little devil.” Randy pops in on me and follows me everywhere I go. He says he follows me around for my protection, but what the fuck can he actually do if I’m really in trouble? He’s a ghost. “Look here, heifer, don’t judge a book by its cover. With that attitude, I’d let you die.” He adds extra emphasis on the word die to let it be known that if it weren’t for him I’d be dead already. As if!

“Oh, how silly of me to think those stupid thoughts, Randy… Your highness. Will you please save me should I require your assistance? Oh please, sir?” If I ever gave up both my jobs, I’d say I’d excel at acting because I’m throwing my undies into this. I chuckle.

“You may redeem yourself at some point in our friendship, but now is not that time. So don’t get in trouble, because I’d still let you die after that pathetic begging you just did.” Okay, rude.

“Sorry. Now, what do you want? I have a summoning to prepare for?”

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