by Rose Pressey
“That’s the idea, yes.”
“Oh, forgive the guy already,” Kitty said, “and be thankful he isn’t a crazed killer.”
Buzz and I laughed. Poor Kitty.
Now I knew why Kitty had been a part of my dreams and visions. They were leading me to Danny in a long, roundabout way. I’d have to discuss with Grandma Annie about how to fine-tune this new ability of mine. Not that I wanted it, I wished it had never started, but a gal has to do what a gal has to do.
“They’ll be here for a bit.” Buzz motioned toward the police. “Why don’t you go home and rest?” he asked.
“I do need rest. But before I go, I need to make a quick call. I would wait until I get home, but it’s very important, do you mind?” I asked.
“No, go right ahead.” He stroked my hair, then turned and walked away.
I stepped to the side, away from the noise and lights. “Grandma Annie?” I asked when she picked up. “Did I wake you?”
“No, dear. I had a feeling you’d call.”
I knew what she meant by feelings, because I had them, too. A sixth sense, so to speak. I wouldn’t even ask about her feelings. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know tonight. My brain was too full at the moment.
“I found the book. Well, Kitty found it, but it’s safe.”
“Oh, I’m so relieved. The book holds special powers for you, but I guess you’ve figured that out by now.”
“The book has special powers for me?” I repeated her words.
“Yes. The more you use it, the better they’ll be.”
Not sure I believed her on that one.
“Just like your music. You’ve practiced to get better,” she said.
“Practice makes perfect, huh? So the book is responsible for the visions and dreams?”
“Yes, Dear. But don’t ever let the book get away again. Understand?”
“Don’t worry, I won’t. But you should have told me sooner. You should have said something.”
“I didn’t know it would have that kind of reaction with you so soon. I’d heard from my mother that it would with the right person. And apparently the right person is you.”
“But where does it come from? The book? The powers?”
“I don’t know, Honey. I never asked. It’s a mystery you’ll have to uncover, I guess. But really, it’s not important. What’s important is that you use the book.”
Not important? There was no way I could not know something like that. Wasn’t she the least bit curious? Something like that would eat away at me until I had answers.
“We’ll discuss this more tomorrow. You come over and bring the book.”
“Okay, Grandma. By the way, the record producer liked me.”
“I knew he would. What’s not to like? See you tomorrow.”
“Love you, Grandma.”
“Love you too, Honey.”
Had I just dreamed my grandmother gave me a book that allowed me to have psychic visions? Nope, I was really here and fully awake. I’d just had the conversation, no denying it. Not only that, Buzz stood beside me again. Smiling and looking more gorgeous than ever.
“You still need a bass player?” he asked.
I nodded. “Maybe.”
“Good, I’ll be your bass player, if you’ll help me.”
“Oh, so it comes with strings attached, does it? But how can you possibly be an agent and play bass at the same time?”
“Hmm, good point. I’ll figure out something.”
“So what do you need help with?”
“We need an agent.”
“Excuse me? An agent with IPCI?”
“That’s the place.”
“I don’t know what to say other than you’re insane.”
“Well, we can discuss this later, of course, but with the visions and all, we need you.”
“Did you ignore the part where I just told you that you’re insane? Besides, my visions are half-assed, at best.”
“They won’t be.”
“How do you know that?”
“I know.”
“You do realize my brother worked for the IPCI? A vampire killed my brother. I know it wasn’t IPCI’s fault and I realize all vampires aren’t like that, but….”
“I do know about your brother. And I’m very sorry for what happened.”
I couldn’t believe what he was asking me to do. But a part of me wanted the chance to make my brother proud. My parents wouldn’t go for the idea, though.
“Just think about it, okay?”
“What are you, anyway? You’re not a vampire and I’m pretty sure you’re not a werewolf.”
“I can’t believe you waited all this time to ask. You’re something else, Veronica Mason, you know that?”
“So I’ve been told. What that something is, I have no idea. But you didn’t answer my question. What are you?”
“I’m a witch. Just like you.”
“Well, let’s hope not just like me.” I laughed.
“So you’ll consider working with us?” He placed his arms around my waist. “It would be part-time, of course. Kind of like a consultant.”
“I’ll think about it.”
I kissed him again. After all, practice does make perfect.
About Rose Pressey:
Rose Pressey enjoys writing quirky and fun novels with a paranormal twist. She’s always found the paranormal interesting. The thought of finding answers to the unexplained fascinates her.
When she’s not writing about werewolves, vampires, and every other supernatural creature, she loves eating cupcakes with sprinkles, reading, spending time with family, and listening to oldies from the fifties. Yeah, she loves Elvis. She can’t help herself.
Rose lives in the beautiful commonwealth of Kentucky with her husband, son, and two sassy Chihuahuas.
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