Page 4 of Three's A Wrap
My gaze widens as it begins to spin, Delores locked in an expression of tense concentration. The chain spins out of control below her fingers, not that she seems aware of it.
I watch the crystal pendant spin like a top across the map before stopping abruptly, standing on a single point.
“It stopped,” I breathe, wondering out of all the times I’ve scried for my mate, why did it work now?
Thirteen other times I’ve performed the exact same spell, and not once did my scrying crystal ever spin. It definitely never halted like this.
“Well, that’s odd,” Delores says, looking at the map in puzzlement.
“What is it?”
“Either I’m wrong, and I never am, or your mate is in Egypt.”
“What?” I nudge her to get a better look at the map and sure enough, the crystal is firmly sitting on Cairo, Egypt on the map. “Oh, my gods.”
I breathe shakily, hands trembling a bit, my heart rate kicking up.Did she just find my mate?
“Okay, now the bracelet,” she says, oblivious to my panic.
Without giving me a moment to process, she touches the metal bracelet with a forefinger and places the chained crystal back over the map. I shuffle my weight from one foot to the other nervously, my toes curling and digging into the carpet as my stomach explodes with butterflies in flight.
I wince when Delores’ grip tightens on the bronze band that’s been cinching down on me for the last few hours, but hold myself still as she works her magic.
“I seek guidance to find who this belongs to. Ancestors, hear my call.”
With her words, the overhead lights flicker, and a strong wind comes out of nowhere, blowing the hair from my face. I go to ask if something's wrong but stop when I see how hard she’s concentrating.
I stare down at the spinning crystal she holds, floored and dismayed when it comes to a halt in the same spot on the map as just a moment ago.
“Hmm, well looks like you need to pack for desert travel.” An obnoxious laugh sounds from her.
“What?”
She nods her head and lets the crystal chain fall, smiling big when the crystal remains firmly standing in place. “You know, a long time ago it was a trend to send objects after a supernatural’s mate. Maybe your mate can take the bracelet off once you find him?”
Panic resurfaces anew with the words and my palms instantly sweat. “Delores, I can’t just go to freaking Egypt. Therehas to be something you’re missing,” I protest, my gaze darting across the big map like it has all the answers.
Her expression darkens as she glares at me, her lips pinching together in a hard line. “My magic is never wrong, Chloe. Besides, I got a vision,” she says proudly, wiggling her brows.
“What did you see?”
Visions are rare but, when performing locating spells, some witches actually get images of things.
She shrugs her petite shoulders. “Your mate. He’s quite fit too, if a bit dusty.”
I step back and slide back down into the desk chair, ignoring her continued laughter as my mind short-circuits over what I’m hearing.
“You saw him?”
“Mmhmmm,” she hums with a nod.
I blink and try to get my bearings as she starts tidying up her things like everything is settled. A second ago, weird bracelet notwithstanding, I assumed I’d never find my mate. I told myself yesterday that was the last time I’d scry for him. Now, I find out I have one, he’s just in another country I’ve never been to.
“What do I do? It’ll take days for me organize a trip there,” I mutter, hoping against all hope she has some sage advice.
“Pack a bag and I’ll send you,” she announces, like it’s no big deal.
My jaw drops.
