Bound In Blood (The Adams' Witch Book 1) by E. M. Moore Page A

breath as they performed their little rituals and made lavish predictions.
    I even saw a man leave one psychic just to wait in line for another, clutching a picture between his fingers. I stepped away from Drake’s grasp and watched as the man stared down at the photo. My heart hurt for him. Was it his wife? His kid? Mom or dad?
    Dad .
    What was I doing hanging out with a cute guy when I needed to be learning about my dad? I wanted to do things my dad would’ve done, and I doubt he would’ve enjoyed the touch of Drake’s hands on his back.
    What was wrong with me?
    Drake turned. “Hey. Do you mind if I go and say hi to Pete over there? I haven’t talked to him in a while.”
    I followed his gaze. Pete was a guy about Drake’s age with dark brown hair. He stood at a booth motioning for him to come over, drinking from a water bottle and flirting with a young psychic.
    “‘Course not.”
    Drake smiled and squeezed my fingers before jogging over. I heard him call “Hey” to his friend before I turned and walked amongst the Crazies all by myself.
    I surveyed the crowd. People hadn’t dressed up like they had yesterday. Adams almost seemed normal. Well, as normal as could be for a psychic fair.
    A cold hand gripped my wrist. I jumped and whirled, expecting Drake. Instead, I stared into Jennie’s face, dark and intense.
    “What are you doing?” I hissed.
    The veins in Jennie’s forehead bulged as she tried to drag me behind a booth. “You’ve got to come with me.”
    I tugged back, wrist burning where she was twisting my skin. “What is your problem? You need to let me go.”
    “And you need to listen to me.”
    I leered at the palm reader’s hold in disbelief and stopped trying to dislodge my wrist from her grasp. “Then you need to talk faster.”
    I didn’t really have any other option. Jennie was a freak, yes. Weak? No.
    “You’re in danger. I didn’t want to say anything in front of your boyfriend, but he…he’s no good,” she blurted, her whispered voice rising.
    My first thought was to yell, He’s not my boyfriend. God. Instead, I rolled my eyes. “What are you talking about?”
    “I saw it. He’s filled with anger…and evil...”
    I laughed. Maybe not the best thing to do when a weirdo had a death grip on you, but I couldn’t contain it. “Do you even know him?”
    “No.”
    “Well, if that’s all you’ve got to go on, I’m glad I don't believe in all this voodoo stuff.”
    Her gaze hardened. “I know what I saw.”
    “Sure,” I said.
    Jennie’s grasp loosened so I tugged my hand free.
    “He’ll hurt you.”
    I gave one last glance at the palm reader, remembering how just a short time ago I thought she was normal and turned to walk away.
    A soft voice chimed from behind. “You’ll end up like your dad.”
    I stopped and slowly turned. She must have heard Drake and I talking. Were we even talking about him? How did she know my dad was dead?
    “I didn’t give you the full reading before because you didn’t want to listen. But I know things. Your dad died here, right?"
    Her haunted eyes sent pings of dread through me. “Y-yes. He had a heart attack.”
    Jennie laughed. “He didn’t have a heart attack. He was killed.”
    The earth rolled underneath me, shaking everything solid and concrete and turning it to tatters. “What?”
    Jennie’s eyes darted around the park, voice coming out in a hoarse whisper, “You’ll see, Sarah. You’ll see.”
    Someone called out, “Hey…Sarah…”
    I peeked back and spotted Drake walking toward us. My body relaxed.
    “Is everything okay?” he asked.
    I turned back toward Jennie. She’d left. Gone. “Yeah,” I huffed. “Tell me. Are you the only sane one in this town?”
    “Okay, spill. I saw you two talking. It didn’t look cheery.”
    He stood next to me and looked around, eyes scanning the crowd, as if he were my own personal secret service. “What did she want? More money for the reading?”
    “No. She was giving me one I