Money talked; there was no
way around it, even in the psychic business.
Bri knew enough to keep it short and to the point. “I’m not a child of a demon, but I did get
attacked by one several months ago. It
killed my best friend Aeryal and I was lucky not to get killed too, but then it
took something from me….”
Here she paused, leery of the scorn
which she knew was coming. Psychic or
not, even Leticia would be a little skeptical without meeting the horrid
demon. “It took my-,”
“..heart,” Leticia finished without
opening her eyes.
Surprise halted Bri’s
sentence. The gypsy knew? “Uh, yeah…but how did you-…well.” Bri snapped her mouth shut. Leticia was advertising psychic services,
after all. “Yea,” she nodded, “well, the
demon has my heart, for safekeeping, and I can’t get it back unless I do
something impossible, basically murder, which I won’t do, so I need a way to
get it back from him. Like now.”
A long breath whooshed out of her
after she finished her long ramble. She
studied the gypsy’s face to see if the pallid woman had been able to follow all
of that. Leticia gave no indication that
Nervous now, she took two more
steps forward. “Please. Please help me.” Without warning, the panic seized her again
and Bri almost doubled over under the sheer intensity of it. “I want to be normal and….,” she breathed in
deeply, “..I don’t want to die, like Aeryal and Shanice.”
instant, Leticia seemed pitying. Those
hooded eyes opened only slightly. Her
voice came out so softly, Bri had to strain to hear it. “If only you had come to me before they
claimed you. But now, it is too late.”
Read more in my upcoming novel, The Shelf 2 : Cursed
Leilani Simpson,The Shelf 2:Cursed Series : Dead-End Ave [Young Adult genre] ~before Leilani met Korey, Bri or any of the other Descendants, she was a very troubled young lady. After the tragic death of their parents, she and her older brother, Casey, went to live with their grandparents. Following Casey's disappearance, Leilani saw the inside of more therapy offices than any teen should~
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must be a dream…,’ was the only thing that I could think through my haze. Persistent hands pushed at me, supposedly trying to help, but their 'help' was sending me into the dark. Not a great idea. There wasn't any coming back from the dark.
ill?’ That’s what I’d overheard the
doctor telling my grandparents.
They’d been discussing me at the
Nope. Not for me. That sort of stuff couldn’t happen to me. Still struggling against the feel of his hands
pushing me down, I fought the blackness that was overwhelming.
‘It’s okay,’ came Casey’s
voice. ‘I’m right here.’ His voice drifted inside my brain, like an
anchor in a storm, but the blackness began to swallow me up even more.
I fought harder.
Casey’s voice was persistent. ‘It’s okay,’ he repeated. ‘I’m right here. Open your eyes.’
My eyes flew open. Casey had lied; he wasn’t there. The first face I saw was Dr. Kole. Hovering over me, the psychiatrist pasted a
concerned expression over the annoyance that I had already seen.
“Leilani,” apparently, she'd decided to try for gentle this time,
“if you keep 'regressing', then we won’t be able to find out what really happened.”
“You know,” I said, changing the subject conversationally, “I’ve always hated books that start with a dream.”
The doctor frowned, probably
wondering if I was cracking up even more, but the male nurse behind her was nodding. ‘He
must be a reader,’ Leilani thought to herself. Perfect.