Page 18 of Air Of Mystery
“Good for you!” Sunny smiled at the news. “And how are things going with the blonde, buff, and yummy guy who works security at the Marquette Mansion?”
To stall my answer, I took a big bite of pizza and made a non-committal sort of sound.
“Skye.” Sunny frowned at me. “Grandma Althea told me that you were on a date with him when you rushed over to help Kenna.”
“Mm hmm,” I said around a mouthful.
Sunny reached across the table and dropped her hand over one of mine. Quick as a flash, I felt her fingers heat up as she tightened her grip over my wrist.
“Hey!” I complained and tried to pull away. But it was pointless. Sunny had latched on and was taking a look—psychically—at my recent memories.
In a few seconds she released me and sat back. “I don’t suppose it never occurred to you that throwing a glamour and making it appear as if you had disappeared into thin air might send a potential lover into a tailspin?”
I rubbed at my wrist. “Don’t you lecture me on ethics! You just helped yourself to my memories—without permission I might add.”
She shrugged. “Sometimes, it’s faster to look for myself than to wait for someone to work up the nerve to acknowledge what’s troubling them.”
“Even for a Seer, that’s skating pretty close to the ethical line, Sunny,” I warned her.
“I only want to help you,” she argued.
“Yeah, right.”
“Give him some time, Skye,” she suggested. “He’s got a lot to process.”
I jerked a shoulder. “Whatever.”
Sunny flipped her hair over one shoulder. “Okay, let’s skip the part where I am gently supportive, and instead go right to where I call it like it is. The truth is that you frightened him, and that won’t be an easy thing for a man like Charlie Smythe to admit.”
“I hate it that you’re right.” I sighed. “Probably.”
She simply smiled at me. “Meanwhile, while he works this out for himself, you need to do another cleansing.”
“I already have.”
“Well doanotherbecause your aura is murky and filled with gray clouds.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m connected to the element of air. Of course you’re gonna pick up on clouds.”
Sunny’s eyes sharpened. “You don’t see auras, Skye. I do. Typically, yours is bright yellow with patches of blue. The yellow symbolizes intellect, and the blue shows an independent spirit. Today your personal energy field is muted, and to me those gray clouds read like you’ve been ill, or that you’re depressed. Thecolor gray also means that you are energetically blocked, feeling uncertain, or are dealing with inner turmoil.”
“Damn Solar Witches.” I frowned over her accuracy. “That reading my aura and diagnosing thing that you do…is super annoying, you know that?”
“Annoying?” She lifted her eyebrows. “Maybe. But you know I’m right, and that just burns your ass.”
I blew out a long breath.
“Wanna argue about it some more?” she asked, sounding way too cheerful.
“No.” I folded my arms over my chest. “I don’t.”
Sunny pointed at me. “Tell the truth. You’ve been very unhappy, and you haven’t moved past what could have been.”
“Yeah,” I grumbled, trying not to pout. “You’re right.”
“Ha!” Sunny swiped a finger on an imaginary chalkboard as if she were keeping score. “What you need is a fresh haunted house to investigate, or an urban legend to debunk. That’ll put you right back on track.”
Despite myself I had to laugh. “You’re one of the few people who really gets me.”
