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like me, which meant that she had a gift just like I did. In grandma’s case, she was psychic and could see the future. Now, it looked like she was getting a glimpse of Logan’s.
“It’s not your fault, Logan,” Grandma murmured to the Spartan. “It wasn’t back then, and it won’t be in the future.”
Logan’s face paled at her words, like he knew exactly what she was talking about. He opened his mouth like he wanted to ask my grandma a question but then clamped his lips shut.
After a moment, the invisible force swirling around Grandma faded and so did the vacant look in her eyes. She dropped Logan’s hand and stepped back.
“What did you see?” I asked her.
For a moment, I didn’t think she was going to answer me, but Grandma finally turned to me and smiled.
“Nothing to worry about, pumpkin,” she said. “Besides, you know I don’t share other people’s fortunes. Client confidentiality and all that.”
Client confidentiality? Grandma was a fortune-teller, not a lawyer. She almost always told me about her psychic visions—unless they had something to do with me. It was hard for Grandma to have visions about family members and friends, since the closer she was to a person, the more her feelings for them clouded and influenced what she saw. Even when she did see something about me, she didn’t often share what it was. Grandma always said that she wanted me to make my own decisions and follow my own path, instead of relying on a future event that might or might not come to pass. Still, something about the tightness in Grandma’s face made me wonder exactly what she’d seen—and how terrible it had been.
Logan stared at my grandma, a wary, almost hurt look in his eyes, like she’d just shared his deepest, darkest secret with the whole world. I wondered if Grandma had seen what I had when I’d touched Logan a few weeks ago—the Spartan standing over the bodies of a woman and a girl. I’d been concentrating on his fighting skills when we’d kissed, but I’d seen that image as well, even though I hadn’t been actively searching for it. I wondered if what Grandma Frost had said to Logan had something to do with that memory, if maybe she’d figured out what secret he was keeping from me, the terrible thing he thought would change the way I felt about him. The secret I was bound to discover when my fingers, when my skin, touched his.
I didn’t get the chance to figure out what they were keeping from me since we split up after that. Carson headed back to Mythos Academy with Logan and Nickamedes, while Grandma Frost drove Daphne and me to her house a few streets over from downtown Asheville. The separation wouldn’t be for long, though, since classes started in the morning, despite the tragedy today. Apparently, the Powers That Were at the academy had decided that being on campus was the safest thing for students right now. After what had happened at the coliseum, I couldn’t blame them. For once, I’d be happy to see the stone sphinxes that guarded the school gates.
Grandma parked her car on the street, and the three of us trooped up the gray, concrete steps to her lavender-painted house. A brass sign beside the front door read PSYCHIC READINGS HERE, which was how Grandma used her Gypsy gift to make extra money. Side jobs were sort of a habit in the Frost family, and I used my psychometry magic to find things the other kids at Mythos lost—laptops, cell phones, keys, purses, wallets, jewelry, bras, briefs and boxers.
With my Gypsy gift, it wasn’t too hard for me to find lost objects. Of course, once something was lost, I couldn’t actually touch it, but people left psychic vibes everywhere they went on almost everything they touched. Usually, all I had to do to find a guy’s missing cell phone was run my fingers over the furniture in his dorm room to get an idea of where he’d last put down the phone. And if I didn’t immediately flash on the phone’s location, then I just kept
“It’s not your fault, Logan,” Grandma murmured to the Spartan. “It wasn’t back then, and it won’t be in the future.”
Logan’s face paled at her words, like he knew exactly what she was talking about. He opened his mouth like he wanted to ask my grandma a question but then clamped his lips shut.
After a moment, the invisible force swirling around Grandma faded and so did the vacant look in her eyes. She dropped Logan’s hand and stepped back.
“What did you see?” I asked her.
For a moment, I didn’t think she was going to answer me, but Grandma finally turned to me and smiled.
“Nothing to worry about, pumpkin,” she said. “Besides, you know I don’t share other people’s fortunes. Client confidentiality and all that.”
Client confidentiality? Grandma was a fortune-teller, not a lawyer. She almost always told me about her psychic visions—unless they had something to do with me. It was hard for Grandma to have visions about family members and friends, since the closer she was to a person, the more her feelings for them clouded and influenced what she saw. Even when she did see something about me, she didn’t often share what it was. Grandma always said that she wanted me to make my own decisions and follow my own path, instead of relying on a future event that might or might not come to pass. Still, something about the tightness in Grandma’s face made me wonder exactly what she’d seen—and how terrible it had been.
Logan stared at my grandma, a wary, almost hurt look in his eyes, like she’d just shared his deepest, darkest secret with the whole world. I wondered if Grandma had seen what I had when I’d touched Logan a few weeks ago—the Spartan standing over the bodies of a woman and a girl. I’d been concentrating on his fighting skills when we’d kissed, but I’d seen that image as well, even though I hadn’t been actively searching for it. I wondered if what Grandma Frost had said to Logan had something to do with that memory, if maybe she’d figured out what secret he was keeping from me, the terrible thing he thought would change the way I felt about him. The secret I was bound to discover when my fingers, when my skin, touched his.
I didn’t get the chance to figure out what they were keeping from me since we split up after that. Carson headed back to Mythos Academy with Logan and Nickamedes, while Grandma Frost drove Daphne and me to her house a few streets over from downtown Asheville. The separation wouldn’t be for long, though, since classes started in the morning, despite the tragedy today. Apparently, the Powers That Were at the academy had decided that being on campus was the safest thing for students right now. After what had happened at the coliseum, I couldn’t blame them. For once, I’d be happy to see the stone sphinxes that guarded the school gates.
Grandma parked her car on the street, and the three of us trooped up the gray, concrete steps to her lavender-painted house. A brass sign beside the front door read PSYCHIC READINGS HERE, which was how Grandma used her Gypsy gift to make extra money. Side jobs were sort of a habit in the Frost family, and I used my psychometry magic to find things the other kids at Mythos lost—laptops, cell phones, keys, purses, wallets, jewelry, bras, briefs and boxers.
With my Gypsy gift, it wasn’t too hard for me to find lost objects. Of course, once something was lost, I couldn’t actually touch it, but people left psychic vibes everywhere they went on almost everything they touched. Usually, all I had to do to find a guy’s missing cell phone was run my fingers over the furniture in his dorm room to get an idea of where he’d last put down the phone. And if I didn’t immediately flash on the phone’s location, then I just kept
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