“A vision from our trusty fortune teller for a few minutes of a power swap. It’s very simple; you receive the answers you seek, and I gain insight into your powers. You,” he motioned to me, “are a witch, and I’ve held the power of a witch many times in my afterlife. But you,” he faced Ember, “are an anomaly, my dear. I can’t quite figure out what power you hold, and I’m intrigued at the possibilities of what I may discover.”
What’s a power swap?I didn’t want to ask and give away just how naive I was, but I also wanted to know the full terms we were entering. Before I could even ask, Ember took a deep breath and agreed, so long as she got the vision first.
Apparently, she knew what a power swap was.
“Absolutely,” Raul agreed, clapping his hands together. “But don’t you dare try running off after your vision. We’re faster than you, and we have more guards than you can imagine. You won’t even make it out of the room before my guards snap your neck.”
His tone was polite and even a bit spirited—though, it held this menacing intention that made the hairs on my arms and neck stand at attention. He licked his bottom lip, revealing a fang with a tinge of red at the tip, and I sucked in a breath that he noticed too easily and enjoyed too much.
“So, do we have ourselves a deal?” he asked, extending his hand.
Ember held his gaze, not wavering or showing any hesitation. She nodded and grabbed his hand, and I wondered if it was cold like the undead or held the warmth of living creatures. “We have a deal.”
He smiled and stood from his seat. “Then follow me, ladies.”