Page 49 of The Trouble With Spells
Putting a hand to my heart, I gasped, “I would never! And no. The cards don’t lie.”
Leaning over, he gave me a tender kiss. “So far, I like what I’m hearing.”
Blowing out a breath, I let my hands hover over the tarot, closing my eyes and blocking out the world around me.
Bright, blinding lights.
Pain.
Fear.
Blinking my eyes open, I found Michael’s blue ones watching me intently.
“What did you see?” he whispered.
Shaking my head to clear it, I tried not to let what I was feeling show on my face. “I’m honestly not sure.”
Pointing to the Five of Cups, I told him, “This indicates leaving someone behind. And this, the Eight of Swords, can mean helplessness and…in some cases, a fatality.”
Michaels eyes were round in his face, which had paled. “Jesus, maybe don’t tell people that. What does all this mean?”
Ignoring his question, I continued the reading. He was right though; had this reading been for anyone else, I wouldn’t have added the last part about the card’s meaning. I would temper exactly what I said and put the best positive spin on whatever the tarot revealed.
But this was Michael. The man who in a crazy short amount of time had come to mean so many things to me. Whatever his future held, I wanted to be a part of it, good or bad.
“The Knight of Swords can indicate violence and danger in the future, but this one,” I tapped the High Priestess card that was facing up instead of down, “this is telling youto trust your institution and search your soul. The answers can be found there.”
Michael looked uncomfortable and slightly worried, which was exactly how I was feeling. “Should we be worried? I mean, nothing bad has happened since I’ve been here, with you. Besides the whole mushroom-allergy-almost-dying thing.”
“That was an accident,” I scooped the cards up, because I didn’t want them staring at me another second, “there was no malice in that.”
“I do think it’s even more imperative we try to find the person who cast the spell on you,” I reiterated our plan to do just that. “I want to find out exactly what spell he used, and what his intention was.”
Chapter Nineteen
Michael
Callum’s reading had freaked me out, not gonna lie.
The worried look on his face while he had read the cards hadn’t helped me to not freak out.
When my condo manager had called later that day to let me know tenants were being allowed back into our units, we had picked an evening that worked best with Callum’s schedule to head into the city.
Since he’d had bookings the next couple of days, and needed to catch up on online orders, we’d chosen Thursday. Callum had questioned the odds of finding my spell casting twink in a club on a Thursdaynight, but I’d just snorted.
“I’ve seen him there pretty much any day of the week I was,” I explained, watching as he flipped the shirts hanging in his closet with a snap of his wrist.
He looked at me over his shoulder, his nose wrinkled adorably. “Who goes out on a Thursday night? Don’t people need to work the next day?”
Laughing at him, I idly stroked Hex’s back, feeling the rumble of his purr under my hand. “People go out every night of the week. It was a Sunday when he and I hooked up.”
Callum stared at me horrified, before turning back to rifling through his closet. “I have nothing to wear to a club. Can’t I just wear a t-shirt or something?”
“No.” Getting up, I gently moved him out of the way, then started my own flicking of the hangars. Stopping on an emerald green, long sleeved dress shirt, I held it out to him. “This one. It’s going to make your eyes pop.”
He pushed his glasses up, reluctantly taking the shirt. “No one can see my eyes through my glasses.”
I gave him an incredulous look. “Do you really think that?”
