than any connection I’ve ever seen.”
She narrowed her eyes and looked him over, taking her time to study every
visible inch of him, and then nodded with a wide smile. “Yes, I can see it.”
Mitchell held her stare for an
excruciatingly long minute, and she gave him a look that dared him to deny it.
And it was actually a shock to him when he couldn’t.
“How does Megan tie into all of this?” Eric
asked, breaking through the awkward moment. He had finally become fed up with
the hood of his sweater hitting him in the face and had put it on right. It
didn’t really help his disheveled appearance or his testy tones. He was
chomping at the bit, and Mitchell was sure that the only thing stopping him
from running out the door to track Megan was his firm hand on Eric’s shoulder
holding him in the chair.
“Every witch is only as strong as their
coven,” Sally said, giving Eric an encouraging look. “Megan is Amelia’s
backbone. Without Megan, she will not be victorious in this lifetime.”
“And you’re sure that we need the cross-breeds?”
Luke questioned.
“I’m certain,” Sally said with a nod to
herself, as if confirming her own statement, and then she turned her darkened
eyes back on Mitchell. “Mitchell, you need to know that if Amelia lives
through this, it may not be for you. If you stand in her way, the path will
inevitably lead to your final death.”
“I understand,” he said with conviction.
He was done controlling her, not that he had ever really been able to in the
first place. Amelia was a free spirit and headstrong. But he’d be flat out
lying if he tried to say that he’d be okay with her picking the other path that
dangled before her. He’d rather die, but he knew he wouldn’t stand in her way
either. If she picked him, it would be because he had earned it, not because
he made her. He guessed that he really was getting the chance to prove to her
that he wasn’t a big jerk just as he had promised he would. It just sucked
that proving it might mean stepping back and watching her leave or even letting
her kill him. Could past lives really change a person that much? He wasn’t
sure, but he really, really hoped they couldn’t. He couldn’t imagine the Amelia
of today actually killing him, at least not now after everything they had been
through together.
The psychic flicked her long hair out of
the way, put her elbows on the island, and rested her chin in the palms of her
hands. A frown spread over her forehead, creating a v-shaped crease between
her eyes. “But will you make the same mistakes again?”
“No,” he said firmly. And he knew he
wouldn’t. You don’t live eight hundred years by making the same mistakes over
and over.
Eric blanched and pushed up with force,
trying to stand, but Mitchell kept him in place. When he realized his struggle
was useless, he stopped moving and asked nervously, “And me?”
Sally looked at Eric and smiled, just a
small curve of the lips. “Megan only lives for you in this life,” she said.
“If she is changed, her other paths will cease to exist.”
“Can you see them now?” Lola asked bluntly,
and sneered. “Are you sure they are still alive?” Her voice dripped with
contempt, as if she personally blamed Amelia and Megan for their current
predicament.
Luke shot Lola a look that Mitchell had
never seen him use on her before. It was hard, cold, and disapproving; it was
the look that Mitchell had been receiving for the last few months. “Have some
tact, Lola,” he seethed. “Our family is in danger. Don’t act like you don’t
care.”
This is bad, a voice in Mitchell’s head chanted over and over, as he watched Lola squirm
under Luke’s stare and mumble a weak apology. Lola was outspoken. She always
had been, and Luke always humored her. It was just her way of dealing with
stress. But for Luke to reprimand her publicly … it could only mean
She narrowed her eyes and looked him over, taking her time to study every
visible inch of him, and then nodded with a wide smile. “Yes, I can see it.”
Mitchell held her stare for an
excruciatingly long minute, and she gave him a look that dared him to deny it.
And it was actually a shock to him when he couldn’t.
“How does Megan tie into all of this?” Eric
asked, breaking through the awkward moment. He had finally become fed up with
the hood of his sweater hitting him in the face and had put it on right. It
didn’t really help his disheveled appearance or his testy tones. He was
chomping at the bit, and Mitchell was sure that the only thing stopping him
from running out the door to track Megan was his firm hand on Eric’s shoulder
holding him in the chair.
“Every witch is only as strong as their
coven,” Sally said, giving Eric an encouraging look. “Megan is Amelia’s
backbone. Without Megan, she will not be victorious in this lifetime.”
“And you’re sure that we need the cross-breeds?”
Luke questioned.
“I’m certain,” Sally said with a nod to
herself, as if confirming her own statement, and then she turned her darkened
eyes back on Mitchell. “Mitchell, you need to know that if Amelia lives
through this, it may not be for you. If you stand in her way, the path will
inevitably lead to your final death.”
“I understand,” he said with conviction.
He was done controlling her, not that he had ever really been able to in the
first place. Amelia was a free spirit and headstrong. But he’d be flat out
lying if he tried to say that he’d be okay with her picking the other path that
dangled before her. He’d rather die, but he knew he wouldn’t stand in her way
either. If she picked him, it would be because he had earned it, not because
he made her. He guessed that he really was getting the chance to prove to her
that he wasn’t a big jerk just as he had promised he would. It just sucked
that proving it might mean stepping back and watching her leave or even letting
her kill him. Could past lives really change a person that much? He wasn’t
sure, but he really, really hoped they couldn’t. He couldn’t imagine the Amelia
of today actually killing him, at least not now after everything they had been
through together.
The psychic flicked her long hair out of
the way, put her elbows on the island, and rested her chin in the palms of her
hands. A frown spread over her forehead, creating a v-shaped crease between
her eyes. “But will you make the same mistakes again?”
“No,” he said firmly. And he knew he
wouldn’t. You don’t live eight hundred years by making the same mistakes over
and over.
Eric blanched and pushed up with force,
trying to stand, but Mitchell kept him in place. When he realized his struggle
was useless, he stopped moving and asked nervously, “And me?”
Sally looked at Eric and smiled, just a
small curve of the lips. “Megan only lives for you in this life,” she said.
“If she is changed, her other paths will cease to exist.”
“Can you see them now?” Lola asked bluntly,
and sneered. “Are you sure they are still alive?” Her voice dripped with
contempt, as if she personally blamed Amelia and Megan for their current
predicament.
Luke shot Lola a look that Mitchell had
never seen him use on her before. It was hard, cold, and disapproving; it was
the look that Mitchell had been receiving for the last few months. “Have some
tact, Lola,” he seethed. “Our family is in danger. Don’t act like you don’t
care.”
This is bad, a voice in Mitchell’s head chanted over and over, as he watched Lola squirm
under Luke’s stare and mumble a weak apology. Lola was outspoken. She always
had been, and Luke always humored her. It was just her way of dealing with
stress. But for Luke to reprimand her publicly … it could only mean
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