Oracle 2: Excerpt 2 of 3
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING EXCERPT MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR I SEE ME, ORACLE 1
CHAPTER ONE CONTINUES:
The purple butterfly was hovering — suspended in the air — about an inch above the gray, heat-resistant liner of the ironing board. I’d been about to press it into place, and now … this.
No, wait. I could see the butterfly patches — all three of them — still placed carefully over the darned tear in my faded jeans. It was my butterfly … my butterfly tattoo …
What the hell?
The translucent black butterfly tattoo flicked its wings as I slowly flipped my left palm up, confirming that the spot on my wrist was now blank. Yeah, my wrist was now tattoo free.
My stomach twisted, fear shooting through my chest and limbs in a cold wash, though the mid-July day was lovely and warm.
I carefully set the iron down. The butterfly flitted upward until it hovered a few inches from my nose.
Then, inexplicably, it … it … kissed my cheek … as if it were playing with me.
Oh, damn. Now I was hallucinating playful butterflies.
Usually visions of the future. Though not my future. And not for the last year and a half. Not even a blip, not even a hint of white mist or a headache. Not since Portland and Blackwell. Not since meeting Jade Godfrey and Chi Wen.
I was an oracle. Well, usually.
Apparently, I now also saw my tattoos coming to life.
That wasn’t disconcerting at all.
I wrapped my fingers around the raw diamond necklace that hung over my black tank top, between and just below my breasts. The magic of the stone and the large-linked chain of rose gold from which it hung tickled my fingertips with tingles of static electricity. The necklace had belonged to my mother, who’d died twenty-and-a-half years ago — at the moment of my birth — from injuries sustained in a car crash just outside of Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada.
Jade Godfrey had repaired the chain of the necklace and somehow tuned its magic to my oracle magic, which helped me control the visions. I told anyone who asked that the massive fifty-thousand-dollar diamond was just a crystal — but very few people talked to me voluntarily, let alone asked me personal questions. Yeah, I was a bit off-putting. I didn’t mind. I wasn’t a big fan of people anyway. Well, I liked certain people. A lot.
My demigod mentor, Chi Wen, was the far seer of the guardian dragons. He said I should be able to ‘pull forward’ the ‘focus’ of the necklace to help me ‘navigate’ the visions. Yeah, I had no idea what the hell that meant.
I narrowed my eyes at the manifestation. The butterfly was impervious to my glare, though, so I considered whether I should try it without my tinted, white-framed, bug-eyed glasses. Everyone else seemed put off by my weird pale gray eyes. Though I seriously doubted the butterfly cared about appearances.
To be continued …
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