Page 60 of Magical Melee
Her words froze me in place, but my pulse raced through me.
“If goblins are real, what are you?”
She lifted her brows. “That’s an odd question. Don’t you think?”
“Are you a witch?” I studied her. “You told my friend she’s pregnant.”
“And she is.” She smiled coyly. “With twins.”
“How do you know these things?”
“I told you that I’m a seer.”
“You haven’t aged one day since that photo was taken of me and my dad.”
Nova didn’t say a word.
“And neither has Stella. It’s like you two are frozen in time.”
“What if I told you we were frozen in time? Would that change anything? What would you do with that information?”
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with any of this information. I saw a goblin. A goblin, Nova. Those things aren’t supposed to exist.”
“Says who?”
I eyed her cautiously.
“Well, I mean most of the world.”
“Nonsense. Where do you think all the fables, fairytales, and legends come from?”
I glanced around the room and smiled. “Oh, I don’t know. People’s imaginations?”
Her lips pursed into a pretty smile. “Do you truly believe that?”
She snapped her finger, and a candle lit behind her.
I bent over and lifted the tablecloth, expecting to see a little foot pedal or something for special effects. All I saw were her beautiful silver boots.
“You can either fight it or accept it, Maeve.” She laughed a gentle melody. “Either way, it’s happening.”
“Great and can you tell me precisely whatitis?” I shrugged. “Or should I just ask Twobble?”
“Do you truly think you can trust what comes out of a goblin’s mouth?” Her brows curled slightly.
“I don’t know. I haven’t had many experiences with them, but he seemed genuine.”
“Genuinely curious about your money.”
“Ha. I don’t have any, and I told him that.”
“Not yet.”
“Again, with the cryptic clues.”
“Stonewick is coming alive.” She rose from her chair and wandered to the deck of tarot cards and shuffled them. “We don’t need these to know what your future is, Maeve. Your future is here.”
Nova set the stack down. “You drank that tea, and it opened you up. The energy we traded that night had nothing to do with my reading and everything to do with the changes occurring in this town.”
