“I’d have been perfectly fine,” Gran grumbled.
Confused, I looked back and forth between them. “What are you two talking about?”
“Rosie had planned to order anUberto meet us out here this morning. Luckily, the Universe showed me her plan, and I called her to sit tight, and my Mr. went over and picked her up.”
“It really wasn’t that big a deal. My sight woke me up, let me know that Sky and Chance would be here this morning, ready for more, so I wanted to be here. I don’t need a babysitter.”
Elyse and I exchanged an amused glance. “Where’s Chance?”
“He’s making sure Scotty’s set for the morning. He’ll be joining us from now on,” Elyse said with a satisfied smile.
I grinned back. King had been right. No one was angry at me, and things would be alright. I waited until Chance joined us, managing to keep myself from looking around as I heard the sounds of Jetty and King in another part of the yard. This was training time, not the lusting hour, and we all had a job to do. Well, except Jetty. He was just a loyal best friend, willing to go that extra mile for whatever King needed.
He did the same for Chance. After my best friend’s loser of an ex, he deserved the adoring attentiveness that he received from Jetty. Everyone deserved that, and it was satisfying seeing both of us receive it from the men we’d found.
We went through a yoga routine, then Elyse guided us in meditation. “That was wonderful, dear,” Gran said. “I think it’s time for us to impart some of our wisdom.”
I cleared my throat. “Can I tell you about what happened in the Dream-veil last night first?” I lowered my gaze to the ground. “It was upsetting.”
“Of course,” Chance blurted, then looked at our two mentors. “Can’t he?”
“Please do. I have a feeling it will tie in nicely with where we wanted to begin this morning.”
So I did. I told them everything, explaining in as much detail as I could what we saw and heard. They took me seriously enough that no one snickered when I mimicked the voice, nor did they tease me that we beat a path out of there.
Elyse’s eyes were as misty as Chance’s were wide by the time I finished. Gran nodded, sighing. “That was—let’s start with Elyse and my magical abilities.”
“After you,” Elyse said, bowing her head to Gran reverentially.
Gran’s spine straightened, causing her to look more spry and youthful than she had since I met her. The powerful voice that came out of her was deeper, full of depth like Carli’s had beenyesterday at Witch’s Brew, and everything inside of me sat up and took notice.
“I am Rosie Porter. High Priestess from the Nightwell line, wife of Lee Porter, Dreamwalker. I am a prophetess, a medium, an alchemist, and a tether. No gift is more, no gift is less, but all are part of the whole of who I am. Who I was created to be. My purpose in this realm and beyond.”
Elyse hummed, then picked up immediately, but her voice was softer, gentler, more soothing than I’d ever heard it before. “I am Elyse Chancellor. Clairvoyant and guide. I can see the gifts in others, communicate with the dead in different degrees than my son. Like Chance, I am a Green witch, giving me a natural affinity with gardens and herbs.” She looked over to him. “Something we will develop further in you, my son.”
He tried biting back a smile, but his excitement was so contagious that spontaneous laughter broke out among our little group.
Elyse turned to me. “Sky, the first time I met you, I knew you were destined for so much. Auras don’t lie, and yours is breathtaking. And I was so thrilled for Chance to have his soul mate—and so young.”
Chance and I gasped. Elyse giggled. “No. Sorry. Your platonic soulmate. You’re a perfect complement to each other, two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.”
“Bookends, if you will,” Gran added.
Elyse nodded her head, clapping her hands together happily in one loud smack. “Perfection. I didn’t know if you’d unlock Chance’s memories and restore him to his gifts or vice versa, but I knew that being brought together meant that you’d find your ways.”
Gran closed her eyes and hummed. “Beautiful.” She opened them and fixed her disconcerting gaze on mine. “I owe you an explanation. My Lee and King couldn’t dreamwalk withouttethers. There are too many things in the Dream-veil, too many temptations to hunt down or those who’d want to capture or hurt them.”
“Like evil spirits?” Chance asked, scooting closer to me. His presence warmed against the fear slithering down my spine.
“No, dear. Likeother.”
“Other?” we asked in unison.
“The monsters they warn about aren’t ghosts, and they’re real,” she said ominously.
“Like vampires?” I asked at the same time Chance questioned the reality of shifters.
Elyse’s laughter tinkled. “They’re not other. They’re part of our natural world.”
