was more annoying –
the custody bullshit or the subpoena for Honey’s sisters trial. The
dark cloud of Trevor hung in Jill’s mind.
Heather was being sued by the cretin who had
impregnated her. Delphie felt a flash of rage from Heather. Blane
thought it was funny.
Jacob blocked her from reading his mind.
Whatever he received was bad. So bad he didn’t want to disrupt the
party. He caught her eyes and shook his head. Nope, she wasn’t
getting in.
Valerie was being sued for defamation of
character by Heather’s sperm donor. Delphie hated that phrase but
Valerie used it. Valerie knew Mike would take care of the suit. She
trusted Mike implicitly and simply put it out of her
mind.
Aden’s ex-wife was claiming she was mentally
ill and wanted her parental rights restored. Unwilling to bother
with Nuala, Aden stuck the papers in his back pocket. A kiss from
Sandy set everything right in Aden’s world.
Honey was subpoenaed to her sister’s trial.
Even though they expected the subpoena, MJ felt helpless to protect
her. He masked his helplessness with fury. Delphie chuckled. The
little process server had been terrified by MJ.
Delphie had been so focused on reading other
people’s thoughts and emotions that she hadn’t heard the little man
say her birth name. Chastity. Not that she recognized the
name.
The next three words were like arrows through
her soul.
The.
Oracle.
Tabor.
The name she’d lived with for ten years – The
Oracle Taber. She took the papers, winked at Mike, and closed the
door. Easy. After all, she had a chocolate chip cheesecake to worry
about. When she turned from the process server, she saw everyone’s
shocked faces. She’d laughed.
What? Did they think she was born Delphinium?
No last name? Only the name of a flower?
No, Celia had given her that name. Sam nodded
in affirmation. He was there when it happened. If they didn’t mind,
she had a cheesecake to attend to.
She was standing in the kitchen when the past
crept up and snatched her.
Blow #1: Levi Johansen was dead. The demon had
been dead for eight months.
Blow #2: The Chastity Bell was a valuable
asset in the Johansen estate. She had two weeks to return the
Chastity Bell to the estate.
Blow #3: Oracle Tabor is the primary
heir.
Then it happened. Bang.
One minute she was standing in the Castle
kitchen, her kitchen in her home, the home Celia bought for her,
willed to her and Jacob fixed up for her.
Her home.
The next moment, she was ten years old, lost
and alone.
Someone took the papers.
Jacob.
“ You’re not ten and you’re not
alone.” Jacob’s voice was kind but firm.
Valerie’s face floated in front of Delphie’s
eyes. Her strong arms went around Delphie’s neck.
“ We’ll deal with this as a
family,” Valerie said.
Delphie felt herself fly through the air. She
was resting in Big Sam’s arms. Like a child, she pressed her head
into his chest. He carried her toward his bedroom but she wanted
her own room. He kissed her forehead then carried her up the
stairs. He laid her on her bed.
Mike came in with a cup of her favorite tea.
He kissed her cheek and set the tea on the table.
“ Go to your guests,” Delphie had
insisted.
“ I’ll stay, Dad,” Jacob whispered
to Sam.
“ No, I’ll stay,” Jill said. “This
is your party. Go and enjoy it. I’m fine here.”
Delphie drifted off to sleep with Jill sitting
in a rocker at the foot of the bed. Delphie wondered if Jill was
still there.
How long have I been asleep?
“ An hour or so,” Jill
said.
“ Oh, I didn’t realize I said that
out loud.” Delphie moved to sit up.
“ Slowly.” With Katy sound asleep
in her arms, Jill came to sit on the side of the bed. “You’ve had a
terrible shock.”
“ I was just trying to sort that
out.” Delphie shook her head. “I’m not sure what
happened.”
“ Past and the present converged at
the same moment,” Jill said. “That’s what Jacob said. He said it
happens to psychics.”
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