“They’re not so much of a myth anymore,” I said. “Leo met with a few of them, and they’re helping us arrange a meeting with the leader of their coven. They apparently hold the key to the portal.”
“What!?” His shock was evident. “How in the hell would Leo, of all people, get that type of access?”
I shrugged. “How does he do anything? I don’t know…he just has a way of making things happen.”
His face reddened. “So what now?”
“We’re meeting with them on Saturday. Leo said they’ll be able to sense whether or not I’m Fae since they’re blessed with Fae magic. They mentioned that all Fae can sense each other. Is that true?”
“Yeah, it is.”
“So did you know I was a fairy when we first met?”
He shook his head. “It’s not like a lie detector…at least not for me.” Vance’s mother was half Fae, making him one-quarter. He had Fae magic but it acted like a booster for his warlock powers more than anything else. “I could sense something was different about you, but I didn’t know for sure until I saw you conjure fairy dust. What about you? Could you sense it in me?”
I thought about it for a moment. “I don’t know…I just felt drawn to you. I’ve always felt drawn to you.”
He smiled. “Same here.”
I sighed. “Vance, that doesn’t change anything. You know that, right?”
He shook his head. “No, I don’t know that. And neither do you. Neither one of us can predict what’s going to happen in the future.”
His statement made me realize I’d never told him what Irina had recently revealed to me. That I was a seer, just like my mother. She said I wouldn’t be able to fully interpret my visions until I became immortal. My biggest problem currently was being able to distinguish imagination from reality. She’d assured me that would become easier with time. “Uh, actually, that’s not entirely accurate.”
“What’s not accurate?”
“The thing about neither one of us being able to predict the future,” I clarified. “Apparently, I can…or will be able to eventually.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Karli, what the hell are you talking about?”
“Well, according to Irina, I’m clairvoyant like my mom was. Apparently once I become immortal, I’ll be able to understand my visions better. Right now, it’s a little fuzzy, but I’ve had flashes of things that actually then happened.”
He narrowed his eyes. “How long have you known about this?”
“A few weeks, maybe.”
“Why does it always—”
“Yeah, yeah, it always takes me forever to tell you the important things,” I interrupted. “I had other stuff on my mind…it doesn’t really matter anyway. We’re getting off track; I’ll hopefully know more after we meet with these witches. I’ll call you afterwards.”
“No need, I should be there by then.”
Huh? “You should be where by when?”
“In Ireland. By the time you meet with the witches. I don’t have any active cases so I can book a flight sometime in the next few days. I have plenty of vacation time saved.”
“That’s not necessary.”
“I disagree.”
“Leo and I are doing just fine getting the information we need,” I argued.
“Okay, but what are you going to do if and when you actually find the portal?”
“Um…step through it?”
He laughed sardonically. “Oh yeah? And then what? Do you have any idea where you’re going? What will be waiting for you at the other end of the gate?” My blank expression was answer enough. “I didn’t think so. Look, Karli, I’m not trying to be smug. And I get it if you need space, but I’m not going to let you run into this blind. I used to live there, for Christ’s sake! People know me there. Can you think of a better guide?”