Page 62 of Power Shift
Strong feminine energy. Jealousy when Seymour came around. It makes sense. She couldn’t take not having me all to herself anymore.
Idiot.
It’s true. Want me to come around and get her?
If you want her back, you’re welcome to send Simone by the shop tomorrow.
The response took longer this time.
If I choose to come myself?
You can come if you want. But she’s in good hands.
I’ll see you tomorrow, flower girl.
I didn’t respond. And the leap my pulse took was merely due to the a/c being turned down too low.
Chapter
Nineteen
On my way out the door the next morning, I scooped the flytrap up and settled her into a small plastic tub, tucking old newspaper around the pot to keep it secure. But as I carried the tub to the car, the flytrap wiggled and jumped clean out, landing with a hard crack on the ground.
I gasped and dropped the tub. “No! Are you okay?”
But the plant ignored me and thumped over to the edge of the greenhouse where it reached down with one of its traps and nudged at the ground.
I hissed. “Be careful! What’s wrong with you?”
Bending, I gently scooped up the plant and brushed away the dirt where she’d been digging. Something small, round, and iridescent glinted up. At first, I thought it was a pearl, but when I reached for it, a living hum of magic pulsed from the ground.
Curious, I carefully picked up the round object and held it in the palm of my hand.
“A seed,” I murmured. A kind I’d never seen before.
“Why’d you bring me to this?” I asked.
No response from the flytrap. “Come on, then. Let’s get to the shop. Maybe someone else will know what it is.”
The drive to Little Shop of Florals was uneventful, though the plant vibrated the tub in excitement. I reached over and stroked her traps.
“Hannibal is a good name, but you aren’t a boy. At least according to Caelan. How about Hannah?”
More quivering traps. I laughed and pulled into the parking spot right in front of the store. “Hannah it is then.”
Moira held the door open and locked it behind me when I walked in. She greeted Hannah with a smile and a wave. Tess floated over and scooped Hannah up, taking her over to the shelf by the window. “You can’t jump around when people come in, okay? Not if they’re human. Do you know what a human is?”
Hannah bounced her pot.
I grimaced. “Maybe it was a bad idea to bring her here. If she starts thumping around the shop, we might have an incident on our hands.”
“She understands,” Tess said.
Moira and I exchanged a look that said, is it me or is she getting stranger?
“How do you know?” Moira asked.
“She was created from a piece of Evie, and I know Evie’s soul.” When Tess glanced back, her eyes shone silver.
