Page 15 of Magical Melee
And then—nothing.
That was the last thing I remembered.
Chapter Four
Disoriented whispers.
“Dehydrated?” A familiar voice questioned.
The fuzziness swirling around my mind was nothing compared to the onslaught of questions buzzing around me.
“Eat today?” An older woman’s voice scratched at my brain, but I couldn’t place it.
My eyelids were too heavy to open, but I knew I was no longer crumpled under the tarot table. I rolled my head back and forth. The words swirled around me like a little gnat that I couldn’t catch.
Just bits and pieces of sentences.
Someone picked my hand up in theirs. The roughness of their fingers and the strength of their grip felt soothing as I tried to lift my eyelids.
“She will be fine.”A man’s rumbly voice wrapped around me unexpectedly.
He held my hand as a commotion erupted not too far away.
The sound of beads tangling and bouncing on the floor, followed by heavy breathing.
“What the hell happened?” Skye’s voice brought clarity. “Did someone call an ambulance?”
“She doesn’t need an—” the man stopped.
“Says who?” Her voice went an octave higher as she dashed over.
I slowly lifted my lids and smiled. “Skye…”
“I am so sorry. I will get you out of this place and back to reality. This is unacceptable.” She pulled out her phone. “Pretending magic exists and believing magic exists are two entirely different things.”
“What are you doing?” I asked, clearing my throat with each word.
“Calling emergency services.” She looked up at the man holding my hand.
I turned to see Keegan. Concern etched his expression as he looked at my friend.
“She is fine. We will take her back to the hotel.”
“Over my dead body.”
“Not much of a challenge,” the older woman chided. She snickered, and I looked behind Skye to see the woman from the tea shop.
Shoot. What was her name?
Skye glared at this group of strangers, ready to take them all on for me.
But something in my soul told me I didn’t need protection.
I removed my hand from Keegan’s and started to prop myself up on my elbows. Looking around the tarot room, I realized they’d cleared off one of the tables against the wall and laid me on it.
“What…what happened?”
“I’ll tell you what happened,” Skye started again. “We came to crazy town, and it’s time to get out.”
