Page 103 of Say It Isn't So

Chapter Thirty-One

Bianca

Knox went intothe office again today, which led me to believe Dom was right and Knox had done something he regretted by allowing me to stay here. Either that or he was avoiding me for some reason.

But I wasn’t stupid, I could tell when someone needed space and I was a big enough person to be able to give him the space he needed. This was all a lot in a short amount of time, so it was to be expected.

Truth be told, even I needed the time and space, so I was fine with it. For now.

Plus, it gave me time to get myself together, something I desperately needed after the week I’d had.

Pushing up the sleeves on my sweatshirt, I reached for my phone and sat back just as I heard a knock on the door.

Figures, just my luck.

With nothing more than socks on my feet, I got up and walked to the door, pressing my hands against it as I checked the peep hole. Allie stood on the other side, a smile on her face and a grocery bag in her hand.

I unlocked the door and opened it. “Don’t you have work?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“Nice to see you, too, sis,” she said and walked in, not waiting for an invitation. “Knox here?”

I shook my head. “Please, come in,” I said sarcastically.

“You look like you’ve been through the ringer.”

I smacked my lips together. “Wow. This visit means so much to me already. Thanks for coming.”

Walking to the small kitchen, she dropped the bag on the counter and pulled out a carton of ice cream, moving to the freezer to slip it in. “For later,” she explained, reaching into the grocery bag and pulling out the last item (what looked like a bundle of herbs). “Why haven’t you called me?”

I walked to the couch again and picked up my phone. “What for?”

Gesturing wide, she looked around and then at me. “Uh, I’d say you need your sisters. You’ve been through a lot, Bibi. Let us in.”

She didn’t know the half of it. “You’ve been busy.” I shrugged casually. “Plus, you know all the highlights.” I’d personally told all three of my sisters that night I left my dad’s house for good.

Coming to sit down next to me, she pushed her hair back and placed her hands in her lap and looked at me expectantly. “I’m sorry, but I’m concerned. I had to see you for myself. And it looks like I have every right to be concerned—your usual bright yellow aura is spotted neon.”

I sighed and threw my head back. “Allie, please. I have no job, no home and I’m starting to wonder if Knox really wants me staying here with him. Isn’t my life bad enough? Now I have to listen to you talk about my aura?”

“I’m sorry, but you need to cleanse your aura and chakras.”

I shook my head. I knew she meant well, but I wasn’t in the mood. “I don’t need that,” I said and walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water. “Do you want something to drink or will you be leaving soon?”

Standing, she angled her head. “I’m not going anywhere. Not unless you let me help you. You’re clearly blocked.”

Blocked? I froze in place. What was she talking about? “I’m what?”

Joining me in the kitchen, she repeated, “Blocked.” Then she sat down in a chair at the small table. “That explains why you’ve been driven by fear lately, why you’re not your usual confident self, and why you’re quick to anger.”

I spun on my heel and looked her in the eyes. “I am not quick to anger,” I all but shouted.

She raised an eyebrow and looked at me.

Okay, fine, maybe I was, but things weren’t exactly coming up roses for me, anger was to be expected. I tried another angle, asking, “Have you been talking to Maria?”

“Yes. So what if I have? You’ve clearly picked up debris. I’ve told you before your aura is like an energy field, so it can happen. Emotional and psychic debris can clog you.”

This conversation was getting gross. I walked back into the living room and reclaimed my spot on the couch, leaving her to stay in the kitchen or follow me, whatever she wanted.

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