Eye of the Falcon (Psychic Visions #12)(103)

He watched as Issa smiled, so breathtakingly beautiful he could feel it from where he stood. She caught sight of him and stopped. Then she took several hesitant steps toward him, her smile faltering, as if not understanding what she saw.

He smiled at her. “I’m delighted to finally meet you.”

“And yet … how is it I can see you? Know who you are? You are here but not here?” she said cautiously.

“Issa?” The big man walked around the vehicle, staring at her, then toward Stefan, a look of confusion on his face.

“Sometimes life is like that,” Stefan said. “I come bearing gifts.”

She smiled at him and said, “Thank you.”

He motioned to the dogs, coming nearer.

Then she turned that direction and finally saw the dogs and the exhausted birds riding on their backs.

She gasped, her arms flying open wide as she saw her birds. “Humbug!” she cried out, a sound of joy, relief, and love as she raced toward the tattered owl and falcon. “Roash!”

But it was Humbug’s response that brought tears to Stefan’s eyes—tears in his eyes in his human form, that is. Humbug’s cry was not of welcome but of homecoming. A reconnecting to that last part of himself. That part was the other person in his world who was so important that he had crossed these many miles to get to her—even though injured and barely able to fly short distances.

Issa scooped him up off the dog’s back and tucked the beautiful injured bird against her chest. In a breathtaking motion of love, Humbug curled into her neck, as if he never planned to leave.

For a long moment Stefan watched, knowing he’d been granted a blessing with this insight into a world he’d never seen before. As he turned to back away, Humbug cooed in sorrow.

Stefan chuckled. “I’ll come and visit, Humbug. But please, don’t go on any more worldly journeys.”

Humbug gave a trill of promise.

“One more thing before I go,” Stefan said.

Issa just smiled at him, two birds in her arms now.

“You have a very strong spirit animal that worked hard to catch my attention.”

“Hadrid?” she asked, awed.

“His connection to you remains. He’s watching over you still.”

Stefan closed his eyes and returned to his body, his bed, his world—hopeful now he could do his own paintings without Humbug appearing in the corners.

Stefan got up, happy and content as he walked to his studio. He looked at the pictures with Humbug and realized he wouldn’t get rid of any of them. He would fill a wall with all of Humbug’s pictures—in honor of one of the strangest journeys, strangest relationships, and strangest energy healings Stefan had ever participated in.

And one of the very best.

Laughing, he put up a clean white canvas, grabbed his paints, and got to work.

*

Eagle walked up to Issa, still holding Humbug and Roash, the dogs stretched out on the grass happily at their feet, and said, “So, do I get to meet the newest members of our family?”

She raised her gaze searchingly at his wording.

He smiled down at her and whispered, “How could we not be a family? We’re already birds of a feather.” And he grinned at his own joke.

She shook her head. “It could get pretty crazy at times,” she warned.

He smiled. Then he gently wrapped his arms around her and both birds and held them close. “That’s all right. I do crazy. Especially if that crazy is you.”

This concludes Book 12 of Psychic Visions: Eye of the Falcon.

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Book 13 of the Psychic Visions Series


“Hey, Queenie, you’ve got a hell of a line outside your tent tonight,” Booker called from the Ferris wheel station. “How come you didn’t see that coming?” And out came his usual full-belly laugh at his own joke.

Queenie waved and smiled, as inside she groaned. Somehow this never seemed to get old. And the jokes never seemed to get better. At least with the people she worked with here. Then again she was working as a fortune teller at an amusement park. She had to expect a certain amount of ribbing.

Still, she did what she could, and, for that, she was grateful to have a job. She finished her ice cream, tossing the last portion of the cone into the garbage. All around her, the noise of the park and the smell of super sticky cotton candy filled the air.

She had to stay focused. This wasn’t for her—this was for someone else. She stepped through the back entrance of her tent. After shrugging off her sweater, she picked up the huge headdress that went with the seer’s role and placed it on her head. Her glass ball was under the table. She put it on the table in front of her. Then she pulled back her chair and sat down. This booth made money. Because of that, the owners paid to keep her. Not much money, however, but it was easy work, and she got cheap food and a free place to crash as a side benefit.