sip.
“There is no one like him. Other members of his race can’t even compare to him.”
“But your eyes did the same thing as his.”
“We are both seers.”
“Seers?”
“Yes.” Silvie took another sip of her coffee and cringed. “This needs more sugar.” She opened the top again.
Kerstyn was stunned speechless. Life danced around her.
Everything felt, looked, smelled, and tasted normal. Boring. Except her life would never be normal or boring again. She had entered another world.
“Is it right to assume a seer is someone who can see the future?”
Silvie nodded, pouring more sugar into her coffee.
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“So, you knew I was going to call you this morning?”
“Not until you made the decision. I can only see what an individual chooses to do or what Fate decides. I don’t know everything, as in, I am not all-seeing. The future is constantly changing.”
“Do your eyes do that weird thing every time you see something?”
Silvie nodded again.
Kerstyn glanced around, leaned in, and dropped her voice even lower. “If you aren’t someone like him, then what are you?”
“I’m a Shaw,” she answered proudly, turning her chin up and straightening her shoulders.
Kerstyn blinked in confusion. She had never heard that name used to describe any type of mythical being.
“A witch,” Silvie clarified. “However, we are nothing like folklore would have you believe. We do not ride on brooms or wear pointy, black hats. My people, the Shaw, are peaceful, loving, and warm. We cherish life,” she paused and smiled, “you could say we are hippie witches.”
There was no mistaking the change of Silvie’s tone when she spoke that last sentence.
“Are you saying there are witches out there who don’t value life?” Kerstyn pressed.
“The Red Order.”
“Who are they? Are they bad?”
Silvie’s dark eyes captured Kerstyn’s gaze. “Maybe you should be a reporter or an investigator? You ask a lot of questions.”
“I’m a historian, it’s my job to ask questions.”
“I think you should ask Dimitri about those witches.” Kerstyn nodded, making a mental note, adding more questions to her every growing list.
“Besides seeing, what can you do?”
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“My training is not complete, but I am skilled in many arts.”
“Why haven’t you finished your training?”
“I’ve been here, away from home. My people live on Voidukas Clan territory. When we met, I told you I was from Estonia.” Silvie shook her head when Kerstyn opened her mouth, another question ready on her tongue. “Dimitri will be able to answer your questions better than I.”
Kerstyn’s eyes narrowed as dark thoughts began to cloud her mind. “Why are you here?”
“I was sent here.”
“For what?”
Silvie’s jaw clenched. Her pupils flickered again dilating and constricting as a chill shook her. She reached forward, grabbing hold of Kerstyn’s hand as an electric current raced up from where their fingers touched and set off a buzz in Kerstyn’s brain, the sound blocking everything. Their surroundings melted away, the people who crowded into the coffee shop disappeared and their voices vanished. It was just the two of them.
“You. I was sent here for you, Kerstyn. I’m here to protect you.”
Kerstyn shook her head, desperately grasping at her scattered thoughts.
“From what?”
“My purpose was to guard you until he came.” Silvie’s grip tightened on Kerstyn’s fingers.
“He? You mean Dimitri? You have been here to protect me until he came? Is that why you became my friend?” Kerstyn asked, her tone hard.
Silvie winced. “No. I had every intention of watching over you from afar, but life had other plans for us.”
Kerstyn tried to pull back, but Silvie’s fingers dug into her wrist, her nails biting into her skin.
73
“Please, be careful when you are alone with him. Dimitri is nothing like other vampires. His powers are…limitless.”
“I seriously doubt Dimitri would hurt me. He’s
“There is no one like him. Other members of his race can’t even compare to him.”
“But your eyes did the same thing as his.”
“We are both seers.”
“Seers?”
“Yes.” Silvie took another sip of her coffee and cringed. “This needs more sugar.” She opened the top again.
Kerstyn was stunned speechless. Life danced around her.
Everything felt, looked, smelled, and tasted normal. Boring. Except her life would never be normal or boring again. She had entered another world.
“Is it right to assume a seer is someone who can see the future?”
Silvie nodded, pouring more sugar into her coffee.
71
“So, you knew I was going to call you this morning?”
“Not until you made the decision. I can only see what an individual chooses to do or what Fate decides. I don’t know everything, as in, I am not all-seeing. The future is constantly changing.”
“Do your eyes do that weird thing every time you see something?”
Silvie nodded again.
Kerstyn glanced around, leaned in, and dropped her voice even lower. “If you aren’t someone like him, then what are you?”
“I’m a Shaw,” she answered proudly, turning her chin up and straightening her shoulders.
Kerstyn blinked in confusion. She had never heard that name used to describe any type of mythical being.
“A witch,” Silvie clarified. “However, we are nothing like folklore would have you believe. We do not ride on brooms or wear pointy, black hats. My people, the Shaw, are peaceful, loving, and warm. We cherish life,” she paused and smiled, “you could say we are hippie witches.”
There was no mistaking the change of Silvie’s tone when she spoke that last sentence.
“Are you saying there are witches out there who don’t value life?” Kerstyn pressed.
“The Red Order.”
“Who are they? Are they bad?”
Silvie’s dark eyes captured Kerstyn’s gaze. “Maybe you should be a reporter or an investigator? You ask a lot of questions.”
“I’m a historian, it’s my job to ask questions.”
“I think you should ask Dimitri about those witches.” Kerstyn nodded, making a mental note, adding more questions to her every growing list.
“Besides seeing, what can you do?”
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“My training is not complete, but I am skilled in many arts.”
“Why haven’t you finished your training?”
“I’ve been here, away from home. My people live on Voidukas Clan territory. When we met, I told you I was from Estonia.” Silvie shook her head when Kerstyn opened her mouth, another question ready on her tongue. “Dimitri will be able to answer your questions better than I.”
Kerstyn’s eyes narrowed as dark thoughts began to cloud her mind. “Why are you here?”
“I was sent here.”
“For what?”
Silvie’s jaw clenched. Her pupils flickered again dilating and constricting as a chill shook her. She reached forward, grabbing hold of Kerstyn’s hand as an electric current raced up from where their fingers touched and set off a buzz in Kerstyn’s brain, the sound blocking everything. Their surroundings melted away, the people who crowded into the coffee shop disappeared and their voices vanished. It was just the two of them.
“You. I was sent here for you, Kerstyn. I’m here to protect you.”
Kerstyn shook her head, desperately grasping at her scattered thoughts.
“From what?”
“My purpose was to guard you until he came.” Silvie’s grip tightened on Kerstyn’s fingers.
“He? You mean Dimitri? You have been here to protect me until he came? Is that why you became my friend?” Kerstyn asked, her tone hard.
Silvie winced. “No. I had every intention of watching over you from afar, but life had other plans for us.”
Kerstyn tried to pull back, but Silvie’s fingers dug into her wrist, her nails biting into her skin.
73
“Please, be careful when you are alone with him. Dimitri is nothing like other vampires. His powers are…limitless.”
“I seriously doubt Dimitri would hurt me. He’s
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