“My mother told me of a man coming into the shop for a reading just before her death. She had gotten similar warnings from the cards before he came in. She described the same man and the cards’ reactions to him.”
“Cards’ reactions? The same as mine?”
Adalasia shook her head. “No, nothing like that. When we have someone shuffle the cards and fan them out, or we lay them out to read, the cards tell us certain things for that person. At the same time, we learn things about them. The man called himself Mr. Castello. My mother read the cards for him, but she left certain things out just as I did when he came. When she told me she didn’t give him a full reading, she said it was because she was afraid, that the cards warned her he was there to kill her.”
She looked as if she was about to gather up the cards that she had laid out on the table between them, but he stopped her by laying his hand gently over hers. She pulled her hand away and put it on her lap.
“You don’t like what you’re seeing. Do the cards say I’m here to harm you?”
She shook her head.
“Adalasia.” He waited. A clock ticked several seconds off loudly. Finally, she looked up at him. “It would be an impossibility for me to harm you. I can protect you. In fact, I will protect you from anyone wishing to harm you.”
“I’m not looking for a relationship.”
“I’m very pleased.” He sent her a faint grin. “Since I don’t particularly want to have to choose pistols at dawn to fight for you, or something equally as antiquated, we’ll just keep it between the two of us.”
That got an answering smile from her. “Pistols at dawn?”
“I saw the matching antique dueling pistols you have in the case. They’re authentic, aren’t they?”
“Most everything in this shop is authentic.”
“Including the tarot cards. You said they’ve been handed down in your family from mother to daughter for a few generations.”
Adalasia glanced out the window of her shop as she nodded. “That’s correct.”
“Has anyone ever tried to get them from you? Has your family ever been robbed?”
“My mother was murdered in a home invasion.” Her voice roughened, as if she could barely speak.
Sandu wanted to soothe her, but he resisted using his abilities. She needed to be able to tell him everything in her own way without interference, even if it was difficult for her. The more time spent in her company—and in her mind—the more easily he read her character. She was independent. She thought for herself and made her own decisions. She wouldn’t like him suddenly inserting himself into her life and taking over.
“A few things were taken, but not her tarot cards. We have antiques that are worth a great deal of money, such as those pistols, but they were left alone. Cash was taken and two ornate knives. Nothing else. Not even jewelry. The police thought the killers must have been interrupted.”
“You don’t believe that.”
She shook her head. “No, I think it was him. Mr. Castello and his friends. I don’t know what he wants, but it has something to do with the cards.” She looked directly into Sandu’s eyes. “I’m a little worried that it might have something to do with you and this journey we’re supposedly on together. I tried to warn you to stay away.” She made a little face at him. “You’re not a very good listener.”
“You didn’t tell me everything the cards said. You’ve picked them up, shuffled and laid them out twice now without reading them aloud to me. You don’t like what you see.”
Adalasia looked more unsettled than ever. “You come from a very old family, Sandu. Very old. Your lineage is as old as mine. Older.”
He didn’t tell her that he was an ancient. There was no rebirth. She might see that in her cards and not believe what they were revealing to her. He simply nodded his head. “I have no memories of my family or my childhood.”
Her vivid blue eyes softened with compassion. “That must be terrible for you.”
He shrugged. “I’m used to it.” He studied her expression. “Why are you so afraid of me that you put that same fear into your cards?”
She tapped her finger over the table beside the fanned-out cards. “The needles in your skin? You think that was fear?”
He hesitated, knowing it was more than that. One didn’t lie to their lifemate. But he could tell a partial truth. “That was power answering power. The cards are tuned specifically to you, although they recognize me, don’t they? I feel the way they would accept me as your partner, but you’re afraid of me. Because you fear me, they do as well.” Sandu kept his voice very low. Gentle. He didn’t like that his back was to the window. She kept lifting her gaze to it rather anxiously, as if she saw the enemy approaching. His alarm system was going off.