Page 11 of Shadowing My Dreams
I heard Daveed’s keys in the door and laid my book down. He must have finished his errands.
“You back?” I called as I heard the front door open. “You wanna go grab some lunch?”
“That’s not usually the first question I’m asked?” I jumped from the couch and spun around.
Daveed chuckled and looked like a cat that’d been caught with the pet mouse in its mouth. I narrowed my eyes as I took in the new visitor that Daveed had brought with him. He was pretty fucking cute. He was short and really skinny. He had definitely never spent any time in the gym, that’s for sure. But he had such a handsome face. Wide blue eyes and a perfectly bowed mouth – he was quite nice to look at. But his hair made me a little weak in the knees. So shockingly red it was almost too bright for the eye. I had a thing for gingers and always had. Why was he here with Daveed?
“Is this the new boyfriend?” I teased.
“Oh, yeah… I…” Daveed stuttered. Something was going on.
The redhead put his hand on Daveed’s arm and glanced at me. God, his freckles had freckles. “Daveed is not my boyfriend. In fact, we just met today.”
“Ok… What’s going on here?” I tried to sound light even if I felt very, very heavy and naked standing in front of him. Why?
“This place is…” He shuddered and looked up towards my staircase. “You definitely are not living here alone.”
“Oh, shit… You did not bring in a fucking psychic, did you? I don’t believe in that shit.” I groaned loudly.
“I can see that. You only believe in things that your five senses show you, right? But not everything on this earth can always be seen, heard, smelt, tasted, or touched.” He grinned at me. “Such a vibrant, bright red energy coming off you. Not everything can be fucked either.”
“Hey, I…” He was spicy. I hadn’t been ready for that.
“Totally resembles that remark,” Daveed chuckled. “He’s totally a player.”
“Used to be, maybe.” I narrowed my eyes at Daveed. I felt stripped bare as this guy stared at me as if he could see rightthrough me. God, he was good, and Daveed had fallen for his bullshit.
“There’s something else, though… underneath all that red is… strange… indigo? I wouldn’t expect that, but it could explain what you’ve been seeing.” He walked around in a small circle and looked back to the stairs.
“I appreciate this, Daveed, but this is really not necessary. I’ve been to a psychic before and was told that I had a…”
“You were told that you had a curse placed on you, and they wanted you to buy a bunch of candlesto burn, right? They told you that burning the candles would break the curse. It wasbullshit. It’salwaysbullshit.”
I laughed and looked at him stupidly. “How did you…”
“That wasn’t a psychic thing. That was because I know the tricks that they use. I’d say half of the Earth’s population was walking around with a curse iftheywere correct. Most are not real.I am.”
I stood my ground and crossed my arms. “Read my mind then,” I said much more forcefully than I had intended. “I mean, if you’re real.”
“I’m not a mind reader. Most psychics aren’t. That gift is rare, thankfully. But that doesn’t mean I’m not what I say I am.” He smiled, and I almost fucking melted. It should be illegal to be that cute.
“What do you say you are?” I asked, challenging him.
“I read and see energies, and because of that, I also can see and communicate with spirits.”
“He’s a medium,” Daveed nodded.
“Not quite.” He held a hand up and waved it gently as if he were feeling the air. “I don’t do seances or anything like that. I just see and hear.”
“I…”
He took a step towards me. “You don’t have to say anything right now. I’m Archie, and you are?”
“Jack. Daveed really shouldn’t have brought you here,” I said sternly.
“Yes, he should have talked to you first.” He nodded. “But I’m here now, and I can feel that you are not alone in this house. The energy is…” He put his hand in the air again and turned towards the stairs. “Can I go upstairs?”
“Why not?” I shrugged. He was here, so why not have a little sport with the cutie? It would be fun. “Help yourself.”
