Page 64 of Stone Crest: Rise of a Raven
“This will work the best if I can touch both hands at the same time.” Frankie holds out both hands, palms up.
“No offense, but can someone tell me what’s happening? I’ve had enough surprises lately.”
“Frankie is a fae. She has a lot of different powers, but she’s not a shifter like me. Her power is mainly of the mind. By touching you she can she see what’s going on in your past and present. She can’t predict the future though. It’s only a visual to what may not be known to you yet. It’s a deep look into the soul.”
“Fair warning, you may not like what you see,” I warn.
“I’ve seen a lot, Raven.” Her eyes that were a vibrant shade of green earlier dim at her words.
Like she’s seen things she can’t unsee.
“Give her your hands, baby,” Locke says quietly. “You can trust her.”
Extending my arm, I drop my hands in hers.
“Close your eyes.” Frankie’s voice is the only thing I hear before I lull into a peaceful black abyss.
Chapter forty-six
Locke
Frankie’s eyes fly open, and her hold on Raven’s hands loosen. Anyone else wouldn’t notice the expression that flashes across her face, but I’ve known her for a few decades.
“Tell me.” I don’t mean for it to sound like a demand, but I need to know everything.
Raven’s hand is now in mine, and her eyes are open, her brows furrowed.
“That was…” Raven blinks. “I saw….”
“What do you mean you saw?” I question.
“I’m about to unload a lot.” Frankie rubs her temples.
“I’ll be straight with you, Raven. Soft isn’t really my style so when I say you are powerful as fuck, I mean it.”
“Ok….” Raven glances at me.
“Your line stems back on your mother’s side. You’re a witch. You hold the ability to create magic from words and thoughts. Your emotions, in particular anger, can rule your power.”
“We suspected that.” I squeeze her hand.
“But there’s something more. Your line crossed.” She pauses. “Do you know anything about your father?”
Raven shakes her head. “I just found out a few days ago my parent’s that raised me are not my birth parents. Kingston mentioned my biological mother’s name, but no mention of my biological father.”
“Kingston?” Frankie lifts a brow.
“I’ll fill you in later,” I mutter.
She faces Raven. “You have elements of fae. You saw something in me? Didn’t you?”
Raven swallows, and her hand tightens on mine. “Yes.”
“I’m sorry, but your mother is gone.” Frankie’s fingers tap on her knees. “She wanted to protect you. She died protecting you. She knew what you would be, and she knew if anyone had the knowledge, your life would be in danger.”
“Why would I need protecting?” Raven asks, her voice raw.
I hate the toll this is taking on her.
