“The third card represents that which is influencing your future.” She flipped the third card. “Strength.” Elizabeth felt a chill climb up her neck, which was surprising, because even with the fan going, it had to be over eighty degrees in the tent. “This may refer to your own internal strength, but more likely it refers to someone else who has been through a grave trial and has also now begun to heal.” Elizabeth couldn’t help but think of Chris.
“The next card is the advice the cards have for you.” She flipped the fourth card over. “Ace of Cups. That’s often a card of new love.” Her heart shimmered a little at the look of pure hope that chased across Ellie’s face. This was a girl who deserved love too. Everyone did.
“Finally…” She turned over the last card. “Three of cups. Joy.” The chill trailed down her arms and legs, overtaking her entire body. She wouldn’t be surprised to learn that lightning had struck the center pole of her tent.
“Are you okay?” Ellie asked.
Elizabeth quickly pulled it together. “Yes, yes. Of course.” She took a deep breath. “I have very good feelings about you and your future.” She gathered the cards. “If you would allow me…” She lifted her crystal ball from the left side of the table, and set it down in the middle of her reading space, swiping at the switch that made the “magic” visible. Clients loved all those swirling colors.
“Place your hands at the base of the globe,” Elizabeth said.
Ellie placed her hands at the bottom of the crystal ball, and Elizabeth saw the swirling colors indicating the “fortune” was being forecast. “You will soon meet your true love,” she said. A vision of Chris as a small boy, his ready laugh, bright blue eyes, and tow-headed curls lighting up any room, formed in her own mind. “I see a tall man. A tragedy has taken away his easy laugh, but it’s still hiding in him—just waiting for the right person to help release it.”
She really felt deep in her semi-psychic bones that this was the woman meant for Chris. How could she make that happen? Sometimes subtlety wasn’t worth the effort. “His name is Chris Evans.”
“Chris Evans,” Ellie murmured.
“Yesss…” Elizabeth pretended to gaze into the crystal ball, but was taken aback when the swirling colors coalesced into the figures of five men, each caught in a torrent whirling colored smoke and chaos as Ellie floated in front of each of them.
She blinked, jerking her gaze up…only to find Ellie staring at her.
“That is…weirdly specific,” the young woman said.
“It is, it is,” Elizabeth nodded, stifling a groan.
What have I done? She was definitely in the “messing with the universe” territory, but now the deed was done. She needed to do something to fix any trouble she’d just caused.
There was a basket on a small shelf at the edge of the tent, and Elizabeth quickly turned to it. In the basket she found what she was looking for, a small jade pendant. Elizabeth hoped that the natural protection and healing qualities of the stone would keep Ellie, Chris, and the men she saw in her vision safe from harm.
“I would like to give you this charm, for your bracelet,” she said, handing Ellie the inexpensive jade orb, with a small hole through the middle attached to a small loop of silver wire.
Ellie smiled, but took the charm. “It’s pretty, but—why?”
This jade charm will bring you, and those you meet, luck, healing and love.” Elizabeth helped her slide it onto the bangle of her bracelet. “Wear it wherever you might meet Chris Evans…” She glanced back at the swirling crystal ball. “And for the next few weeks, wherever you go, true love will follow. You do this, yes? You do this.”
Ellie blinked at Elizabeth’s sudden vehemence, but nodded quickly. “Yes—of course! I will. I promise.” She stood, admiring the jade stone. “Thank you.” She ducked back out of the tent, a smile on her pretty, cheerful face.
Elizabeth blew out a heavy sigh. That…was close. She normally didn’t tempt the universe so much.
Then she turned back to her table, to clear the space for the next reading…and stopped, transfixed by her “fake” crystal ball.
The power switch had never been flipped on.
But it was still glowing.
“Oh...dear,” Elizabeth murmured, her gaze shifting to the tent flap again. “What did I just set into motion?”
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Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Epilogue
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