by Heather Beck
“I don’t think so. Somehow I don’t think he could bear to leave his estate.”
“What happened in there?”
“It’s all too much to explain,” Skye began. “But what I will say is that you saved my life. If you hadn’t shown up…” she let her voice trail off. She didn’t want to think about still being trapped in the estate with Tom Dove Tristan. “Why did you come?” Skye asked curiously.
“To give you this,” the driver said, stopping at a red light and passing her a roll of film.
“Where did you get this?”
“You must have dropped it while you were in my taxi. Since you mentioned that you’re a professional photographer, I thought it might be important.”
Skye held the roll of film in her hand. “It’s the most important roll of film I’ve ever had because it saved my life!” I guess photography really is my true calling. At least it had better be. I’m so out of a job once I return home with a half finished assignment.
“Don’t worry about losing your job,” the driver reassured Skye, as if reading her thoughts. “You’ll come and live with me. You can take pictures of the beautiful scenery that Virginia has to offer.”
Skye felt the familiar feeling of her blood going cold. “How…how did you know what I was thinking?”
“I’m a sorcerer. I only drive a taxi to pay my rent. Sorcery is my first love. However, most women find me weird – it gets really lonely. Since you’ve already seen the unnatural, maybe you won’t find me so scary. What do you say, Skye?”
Skye’s hand reached for the door handle as she prepared to jump out of the moving car. It snapped shut. She looked at the driver with wide eyes.
“I can read minds, remember?” the driver said with a smile. “We’re going to have so much fun.”
Skye furiously jerked on the door handle, cursing when it wouldn’t budge. I wish I’d never accepted the assignment.
“Getting away from me won’t be easy,” the driver scolded. “I can foresee everything and right now I’m seeing you and me together for a very long time!”
I should have stayed with Tom, she thought glumly.
“I heard that.”
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