Page 12 of Consume Me
A pang of emotion spears through me too fast to hold at bay. The scent of the flowers brings memories I’ve long buriedsuddenly rising to the surface. My heart aches. My eyes burn. Fuck?—
I cannot arrive at a midnight ball sobbing like a weirdo.
Desperate to distract myself, I pinch my arm. Hard.
Then the sound of music drifts through the trees. Low at first. Just a whisper of sound, like a forgotten melody rising from below the earth. But it’s enough to pull me from my heartache.
I’m so lost in my own head that I almost don’t see the two people whose paths are converging with mine until I’m nearly running into them. I stop just in time and flash a tight smile at the couple. The male watches me with gray eyes from behind a pair of glasses that, along with his unruly hair, definitely give him a professor vibe. But I’m too caught up in the death clinging to his aura to really notice much else.
He clearly knows it, too, because he winks at me, and I snap out of it as my face heats.
The female beside him watches me knowingly. She’s gorgeous with long brown hair woven with shells and beads. Her pale blue eyes are the kind that see way more than they let on.
“Sorry to startle you,” she says. “Max has that effect.”
“No, it’s just…” My vision flares, and for the first time in a long time, it’s not the daggers offering flashes of futures. It’s my own. I see the two of them, together, though it’s not an easy road getting them to admit that’s what they want. A whole future splayed out before them. With so much love and?—
I gasp, pulling myself free from the images that are so lovely they make my heart ache.
“You okay?” the woman asks.
“Yeah, I—sometimes, I get distracted.”
“You saw something,” she says, and it’s so direct that I don’t know how to lie.
“I have the gift of sight,” I admit.
It’s not a secret I offer very often, but something about these two makes me feel like it’s safe to admit.
“I knew it.” She snaps her fingers, her excitement throwing me off. She leans in and says, “Takes one to know one.”
I blink. “You have it too?”
She sighs. “Fortunately…and sometimes unfortunately.”
“I’ve never met anyone else who could see what I see,” I tell her.
“And what exactly did you see?” the male asks.
The woman rolls her eyes. “This is Max. He’s half-dead, so that’s why his manners suck.”
I bite back a smile at the way Max looks more confused than upset at that.
“I’m Tamsin,” she adds, holding out her hand.
“Kendall.” I start to offer my hand then stop. “Maybe we shouldn’t…”
Tamsin grins. “Or maybe we should.”
Tentatively, I put my hand in hers and shake.
Nothing happens.
Inside their hidden holster, the daggers whisper a few snide remarks that I ignore.
Tamsin grins as we break contact. “That was…interesting.”
I frown. “Wait. What? Did something happen on your end?”
