Page 124 of Stone Seduction
“Who?” I crouched down to his level. “Talk to me.”
He winced, clutching at his throat. “I’m sorry…”
“It’s alright. Take your time. Help’s on the way.”
“Rory? Oh my goodness!” A woman hurried out of a bookshop. “What’s going on?”
Eden moved to block her. “Who are you?” She asked her gently, no force in the question.
“His wife. What happened?”
Eden explained while I tried coaxing more from the man.
He winced again, blood trickling from his scratches.
“You really did a number on your face there, Rory,” I said, keeping things easy breezy, soft and steady, the poor human a mess.
Rory blinked. “Is my wife here?”
“Yeah. She’s right over there. Do want to see her?”
“Yes, please. I’m sorry.”
I waved for Eden to send her over. The calmer he was, the closer we might get to an answer.
His wife crouched beside me. “What have you done, baby?”
“I don’t—” His eyes rolled back in his head. “You shouldn’t meddle, clairvoyant.” He spat the words with an aggressive hiss. His voice sounded off, definitely not his.
The woman lurched forward, taking his hand. “Rory?”
He threw his head back, convulsing, muttering around gritted teeth.
Shit.
“Baby? Is it a vision?”
“He’s a clairvoyant?” I asked.
“Yes. He sees certain events a few minutes before they happen. There’s been no visions since the summer.”
Rory stopped convulsing, his breaths labored, head still back.
“Baby?” The woman shuffled closer. “Come back to me.”
“K-Keep… K-K-Keep,” he stammered.
“It’s okay, baby,” his wife soothed, keeping a level head. “I’m here. Don’t be scared. Let’s go enjoy a cup of tea and a blueberry muffin. Your favorite, remember? Come back to me now.”
This seemed like a tried and tested method to bring her husband out of visions.
Rory’s head snapped around. He snarled at her, aiming it at me next.
The whites of his eyes were still on show.
“Baby, please.”
“Maybe you should back off,” I said, going to help her up.
