Voices of the Soul (Soul Seers #1)

by Rene Folsom

  “She was able to tell me, very briefly, who I was. Unfortunately, she was very weak. Even her mind was fading. She explained to me her body was no longer alive and that soon her mind would not be either. I was in shock. I had never known my mom to project directly to me the way she did that day in the hospital. I…” I trailed off, suddenly feeling the tears beginning to prick my eyes and threaten to take over my emotions.

  “I am sure you miss her terribly. She was a wonderful woman. I have no doubt she was even more exquisite as a mother.”

  I wanted to change the subject. Not because he was incorrect in his assumptions but because, if I began to cry now, I would ruin my Jonah-makeup. I may be a confident person, but I was still a girl. And the last thing a girl wanted to do was ruin her makeup before a date with a god.

  “Why are you blocking your thoughts from me?” I asked curiously, successfully changing the subject and deciding to be straightforward with him, worried that he was hiding something.

  “I wanted to show you the possibilities of our kind, Ella. I am not trying to hide from you, just trying to demonstrate some of the things I could teach you, if you would like to learn,” he explained with kindness in his eyes.

  I nodded and looked down at my hands as I nervously wrung them in my lap until my knuckles were white with tension. Then I decided to open up to him just enough to satisfy him, but not give away too much information about myself.

  “I hear her talking to me. In my sleep, mostly. I hear her telling me stories, reading to me, telling me how much she misses me. She even talks to me about art, describing the artwork to me in an almost poetic fashion. I try to talk back to her, but she doesn’t ever seem to respond, which makes me realize it’s just a dream.”

  “Ahh, but they are wonderful dreams, are they not? Just to be able to hear her voice, remember how she spoke to you, how she sounded. It is definitely better than nothing, yes?” Divinus asked with delight in his eyes.

  “I never really thought of it that way, but I guess you’re right.” Maybe this guy wasn’t all that creepy after all. He had a very valid point. I should be thanking my lucky stars I am able to remember her voice, her smell, her stories…

  He looked at his watch and then patted me on my hands. “I must be going now. Jonah warned me to be out of here before six. He has a real treat in store for you tonight, Orella. You are going to have a very nice time, I am sure.”

  With that, he got up and headed toward the front steps. Just as I said goodbye and was about to head back inside, he said, “If you ever need anything, you know how to get in touch with me. I told Jonah to give you my cell number and email. Please, do not hesitate to call upon me if you need any advice, Ms. Orella Hugh.”

  Just as I said thank you, he turned and glided down the short steps to the sidewalk. His coat billowed behind him like a cape, making him look like a comic-book villain. Maybe I should be giving him more of a superhero status instead. After all, he was kind enough to realize when a young, confused girl needed help. Yet I couldn’t shake the thought he was intentionally hiding something from me.

  It didn’t take long for Jonah to show up at the door with an apologetic look on his face. Even his remorseful stare made me smile.

  Chapter Five

  “I’m sorry, Ella. If I thought for even a moment he would take it upon himself to come bother you, I would have never told him. I was just so excited to meet you,” he said as he walked in my door.

  “Don’t worry about it, Jonah. He was nice. His reason for coming to meet me was very sweet. Although, he was purposefully blocking me, which I’ve never known anyone to do. I couldn’t read him at all. The fact I felt he was hiding something from me made me a little uneasy,” I admitted.

  “Oh, he keeps that mental block up all the time because of me. He’s gotten really good at it. My mom doesn’t have the ability to though, so I still get a glimpse at some of his secrets,” Jonah said with a wink and a pussy-melting grin.

  Oh, heart. Fly away. Surely it can’t stay contained a moment longer with the amount of fluttering ravaging my chest.

  The idea he blocked Jonah all the time as well made me feel a little better and more at ease. At least it meant there was a possibility he was telling the truth.

  We stood in the foyer as we talked about his dad. Our conversation was followed by an awkward moment of silence.

  Jonah’s shifted his gaze over my shoulder to a sculpture that hung on the wall. “Is that from one of Da Vinci’s sketches?”

  I turned, knowing full well the piece he was referring to, but feeling the need to look at it as I spoke. “Yeah. I saw the movie Ever After and loved the painting of Danielle. I knew it was similar to something I’d seen in my high school art history book, so knowing it was Da Vinci in the movie, I did a little research and found Da Vinci’s sketch, Leda. So, I decided to make a 3D rendering of it out of clay,” I explained with a shrug.

  You made this? he thought. She’s beautiful. She looks like you. Her face… it’s you.

  I nodded as I stared at the sculpture hanging on the wall.

  With those thoughts, I turned to meet his piercing emerald eyes. The way he looked at me made my heart beat wildly and my stomach turn into a swarm full of butterflies. He had a smile that literally had me hanging in midair. He then made the few short steps it took to be right in front of me.

  Tracing my jaw with his finger, he whispered, “Breathe, Orella.”

  I didn’t realize I had been holding my breath. An involuntary gasp left my lips as I looked him over. Such good looks surely had to be criminal. The sound of my full name from his mouth sent shivers of excitement down to my core. This man had an effect on me more than words could express.

  I closed my eyes and began to breathe. With each breath, I could smell his scent, feel his warmth. When I opened them, he was still smiling, obviously humored that he found my weakness… him.

  His thoughts were nothing but flattering—telling me how beautiful I was and how he could stare at me for hours. Of course, my dirty mind began taking a course toward the gutter and my gaze involuntarily began descending lower and lower down his front until...

  “So,” he interrupted my thoughts… that he could hear! I really wasn’t getting used to the fact he knew what I was thinking. I guess I better get used to embarrassing myself around Jonah, because there was no way I could stop him from reading my thoughts. He chuckled as he continued. “You ready to go?”

  I just nodded and gave him a shy smile. Yet again, Ella is speechless. He held his hand out and I gladly took it. His fingers were warm. Silky, yet strong. After locking my door, we headed down the steps toward a very sexy, black Charger parked near the sidewalk.

  Very nice! I thought as he opened my door for me.

  You mean sexy, he responded while he made his way around the car, making me nod in complete agreement during my moment of privacy.

  “So, what’s this surprise?” I asked, eager to know what was in store for the evening.

  He winked and put the car in drive. “You’ll see.”

  Then I realized that I should be able to read him, figure out what this surprise was before it ever happened.

  “I’m surprised you’re able to keep it from me. Are you able to block things like your father?” I asked in an attempt to get him to think about it.

  “I know what you’re trying to do,” he said with a smile. “Not nearly as good as him, no. But he’s taught me to practice with blocking small things. If I focus on blocking one specific thought, I can usually hold out for a few hours at least. Eventually, my mind gets the better of me and I end up letting it slip.”

  Several minutes of small talk later, we pulled up to a local state park. I looked at him and couldn’t contain my smile. He definitely did have something up his sleeve. I still didn’t know what, but obviously he put some thought into it. Too bad he was blocking it all from me.

  “Have you ever ridden a horse before?” he asked as he opened my door and offered his han
d to help me out of his sleek sports car.

  I smiled gleefully as I remembered my mother. “My mom used to have horses. But my dad sold them after she died.”

  “Oh, so you’re a veteran rider. I’m glad to hear you’re not afraid of them.”

  Afraid? I thought as I rolled my eyes. Who in their right mind would be afraid of a horse?

  He took my hand and led me through the park over to the stables where two beautiful Appaloosas stood waiting, already saddled and ready to go.

  Oh, wow. They are so beautiful! I thought as I squeezed his hand and bounced on my tippy toes with anticipation. Just the thought that he arranged this for me made me want to pounce.

  He definitely deserved a kiss for this one!

  I might hold you to that, Ella, he thought as he nudged me with his shoulder, still holding my hand as he teased me.

  Once we approached the stately animals, I noticed the stable attendant’s thoughts about me were very… shall I say, vulgar? His thoughts, assuming to be thoughts of admiration toward certain parts of my body, were bordering to the point of insulting. I stopped short, unable to get any closer to the man. He truly had a sick, twisted mind and I feared for the women who actually crossed his path.

  Knowing when I was in danger, I backed myself up to stand behind Jonah—clutching his t-shirt in my fists so tight I’m surprised I didn’t hear a tearing noise.

  “We can take it from here,” Jonah sternly informed the attendant with ice clearly coursing through his words. He glared at the man who just nodded and winked at me as he walked away.

  A shiver ran through my spine as I heard Jonah mutter in his mind, What a sick douche. Stay close to me, Ella. I definitely don’t trust that man.

  I just nodded my agreement and took a few deep breaths to rid my mind of the man’s twisted thoughts, still clutching onto Jonah’s shirt for dear life.

  “Which one would you like?” Jonah asked as we approached the majestic pair. I reached out and ran my fingertips along the silky, prickly nose of the white one. “This boy’s name is Skip, short for Skipcoat. And that pretty girl over there is Cora. She’s a Quarter/Appaloosa mix. Skip is a little more on the wild side, so it all depends on how confident you are with riding.”

  Skip was the typical Appaloosa, with small brown spots covering his white coat. You could tell he was a fiery one.

  “I haven’t ridden since I was thirteen. Plus, Cora has such beautiful coloring. I think I’d like to spend some time with her.”

  Jonah handed me a few apple treats and gave me a peck on the cheek as he nudged me into Cora’s direction.

  Cora held her beautiful mane high as I walked over to her and let her nuzzle the treats out of my hand. Her coat was a lovely chocolate brown with a patch of white around her rear, which sported little brown specks to match Skip’s coat perfectly.

  I could hear Jonah’s thoughts as he watched me. His admiration only made me smile more as I pressed my lips to Cora’s nose, giving her a light peck on her whiskers.

  “Well? You ready?” Jonah asked as he wrapped one hand around me and rested his chin on my shoulder.

  “Most definitely,” I said with certainty.

  Grabbing my waist, he held me just long enough to make sure I successfully hiked my butt up onto Cora’s saddle and planted my feet securely in the stirrups. Good thing I wore boots tonight.

  Jonah chuckled lightly at my wayward thoughts then hopped up onto Skip, causing the horse to prance around at the sudden pressure to his back. The sight made me giggle out loud like an air-headed schoolgirl. I quickly covered my mouth to stifle my laugh and flashed him a small smile.

  We started off down the trail, side by side. Not only was I thankful for this experience, but I was also glad it was finally just the two of us… well, along with Skip and Cora, of course.

  Chapter Six

  “One of the reasons I wanted to take you for a ride tonight is to show you a place along this trail I love to go. It’s about halfway through the trail and has a trough where the horses can hydrate and rest. Sound good to you?” Jonah asked. I could tell there was doubt in his voice and he was still blocking something.

  What is he hiding?

  “Sounds wonderful,” I assured. With that, he showed his dazzling smile and clicked his tongue in rhythm with his heels to encourage Skip into a steady gallop. Naturally, Cora and I followed causing a smooth laughter to leave my mouth.

  If I thought I appreciated Jonah’s beauty before, now I cherished his attractiveness even more as I watched him steadily ride Skip with confidence and grace. We had to slow as the trail became narrower and the sun continued to dip below the trees.

  The midway stopping point was absolutely breathtaking. By the time we reached Jonah’s resting place, the sun had set completely. He dismounted Skip quickly so he could help me down off Cora. I could already feel the bruising between my legs from the saddle—an effect that was bound to happen since I hadn’t ridden in so long.

  Without warning, he increased his hold on my hips and lifted me. I almost squealed in surprise, but he quickly brought my body against his and allowed me to gently slide down until my feet grazed the ground. His muscles flexed deliciously as I dug my fingers into his arms. He held onto me firmly, one hand at the small of my back and the other at the center, just below my shoulder blades. Pressing our bodies together, he lightly groaned as he regretfully let me go.

  Damn. I definitely didn’t want our embrace to end. Feeling his hard body up against my soft parts made all kinds of delicious thoughts and feelings flow freely through me.

  As Jonah tied the leads to the trough, I slowly ambled toward the shore’s edge. In front of us was a lake with dark water shimmering in the moonlight. The moon was large tonight, like a brilliant crystal ball full of unique mountains and valleys, giving off a beautiful iridescent light through the night sky. The reflection of the moon shone off the surface of the lake, clear as crystal, pure as a rippled blanket of ice. It was so peaceful and quiet. The only sounds were light chirps from various insects, a few quiet croaks from the frogs, and the gentle lapping of water as it kissed the bank of the lake.

  I just stood there, admiring the view. Jonah came up behind me and gently wrapped his arms around my waist, placing his thumbs in the belt loops of my jeans, and causing my awareness of him to spike.

  Very beautiful, he projected. But I knew by his open thoughts he wasn’t talking about the view. His musings definitely made me feel attractive. I felt his breath near my ear and heard him gasp slightly as one of my curls fell forward and brushed against his face. I wanted to turn my body and wrap myself around him, but he held me in place as his finger slowly pushed the tendril of hair back behind my ear.

  I felt his hand continue to brush against the back of my ear and push my hair to the side even more, exposing my neck to his touch and causing me to tilt my head slightly, giving him more access to whatever part of me he wanted. I felt his breath on me and, suddenly, it’s as if all the oxygen on earth had been used up completely. I couldn’t breathe.

  “The sight before us pales in comparison to your beauty, Ella,” he said adoringly and I felt the tickle of his breath on my neck. Warmth sizzled through my abdomen as his words whispered over my ears, seductive and alluring.

  As he pressed his body against my back, he wrapped his hands around my waist once more, sticking his thumbs into the waistband of my jeans. His fingers gently grazed my hipbones. His touch made me arch my back and tilt my head to rest on his shoulder.

  Keeping his hands on my hips, he bent down slightly and placed a few light kisses on my cheek. His lips, hot as fire, brushed along the column of my neck. The soft pecks on my skin were enough to make a thousand sparks flicker through my body, like sparklers on the fourth of July.

  I brought you here to try something. I’m not sure it will work because I’ve only ever tried with my dad and he’s not able to read minds like you. But I still would like to try.

  What is it? I asked. Suddenly, he
let the mental block he had on his thoughts release the surprise.

  His idea, as did his lips, had me excited. Jonah wanted to try and project his thoughts as images rather than words. Similar to the way we picture things in our minds and use our imagination to come up with some sort of visual concept of our thoughts.

  “However, this is more of a guided metaphysical meditation technique. I’m going to meditate, pretend I’m somewhere else, and actually feel my surroundings. I haven’t been able to push my meditations to my dad. I can only seem to push images and visual thoughts to him, but he hasn’t been able to feel what I feel. I know it sounds odd, but you know how a dream seems so dang real? As if you can smell, taste, hear, just like you would in real life?” he asked. I just nodded, so he continued. “I’m hoping that because you already possess the soul-seer gift, you will be more susceptible to the imagery in my meditations.”

  “So, it’s somewhat like hypnosis, but instead of you describing your imagery in words, you will be describing it with visualizations?”

  He turned me around so we were facing each other.

  “Exactly. Of course, it’s a much cooler parlor trick on someone who doesn’t have telepathic abilities, but I’m hoping you and I can take a trip together… in my head,” he said with a smirk as he tapped two fingers on his temple.

  I then noticed he was holding a rolled-up blanket under his arm. Just the idea of the purpose for a blanket made my stomach jump with interest. He slowly laid out the blanket and guided me to lie down. Jonah then eased his way down next to me, but facing his body the opposite way so that we were head to head with our ears almost touching. If we turned our faces toward each other, my lips would touch his forehead. The thought made me smile and more naughty thoughts enter my bent brain.