I almost laugh. If she didn’t know why she’d been called here already, I think that I might laugh right in her face. The gods speaking to her is hilarious, except for the simple fact that she is correct in the reason we called her here.
“Tell us what you know, Grandma, please,” Logan pleads.
She nods her head again, her eyes lifting to find mine. Her lips curve up into a grin as she silently watches me for a moment.
“Oh, I know plenty,” she begins. Her voice is soft as she starts to speak. She begins by telling us the prophecy, something that I have never heard in my entire life.
“The gods casted this foreshadowing, the prophecy, across the entire world centuries ago. Long before there were written scrolls to properly record such things. Later, when writing and paper became accessible, the men of the gods recorded it, and that is all we have to go by, that and stories passed down from generation to generation.”
“What does it say?” I ask, no doubt sounding as impatient as I feel.
Florence arches a brow and shakes her head once, but thankfully doesn’t keep me in suspense any longer.
“It is said, that there will be four sisters. These four sisters will be born not of this world. Four sisters who are born of the same mother and father, yet do not share the same appearance. They are the only ones of their kind in the entire universe. Across our world and all others.
“Four sisters will marry and love the fiercest warriors from all four corners of our world. Once all four relationships are consummated, the events foretold in the prophecy will be set in motion, becoming unstoppable.
“If the four sisters come together once their fate has been sealed, they will absorb all of the powers this world holds. Four sisters will be the most powerful creatures in this world. It is not known if this will be used for good or evil.
“The future is uncertain and unknown if these sisters gather together in our world. Only the fates know what the final outcome will be.”
“What does this mean?” I demand.
“That is all that I know. There is so much unknown about this, mainly because it was sanctioned by the gods, but also because it’s all just lore and rumors. So many lifetimes have passed where nothing has come to fruition that nobody thought it would ever actually happen.”
Leaning back in my chair, I close my eyes for a moment. Inhaling a deep breath, I open them and shake my head once. “I am the first toleration leader of our country, ever.”
“Which would make sense as to why it is happening now. Though, I will not be sure of this woman until I meet her.”
“How about some breakfast?” I ask.
Florence nods her head as she rises to her feet. Logan and I both stand as well. Together, the three of us make our way to the dining room. Ernest is standing next to the door waiting for us.
“Will you please inform Miss Birdie that we will break our fast and her presence is requested?”
Without a word, Ernest dips his chin in a nod and turns from us to head upstairs. Florence, Logan, and I make our way into the dining room. I have the strong urge to go and gather Birdie up on my own, but I resist it, unsure of my true feelings and what is possibly manifested falsely by witchcraft.
Chapter Eight
BIRDIE
Martha rushes me out of the bedroom and downstairs as Ernest watches me with his hawk-like gaze. I know his name now, and no longer have to think of him as Stick-Up-His-Ass-Dude, but I still kind of think of him that way, especially the way he’s watching me as I brush past him. I choose to ignore him and his obviously judgmental gaze.
Making my way downstairs, I clear my throat right before I enter the dining room. Though, taking one step inside of the room, I freeze at the sight before me.
I was only expecting Logan and Colt again. Instead, I’m met with the wild-eyed gaze of a woman whose hair rivals the pure wilderness in her eyes. She stands, walking around the table and I blink at the sight of her brightly colored dress. It is not only bright, but the pattern is like paisley. It’s beautiful and eclectic just like her.
“You’re full of magic, dear girl,” she whispers as soon as she’s directly in front of me.
My eyes widen and I dip my chin to look down at her since she’s a few inches shorter than I am. I shake my head. “Please don’t, I don’t, please don’t tell them that I do,” I beg.
She laughs, shaking her head. “Oh, they know you were sent by the gods. They know there is something magical happening with you, and I’m not sure you realize your abilities, but you indeed hold magic.”
“What?” I breathe.
She grins, spins around and practically flies back over to her chair. Colt jerks his head from her to me, then begins to make his way toward me. Each step that he takes, I can’t help but think of Adelaide—his wife.
What would his life look like if she were here with him? Would he smile? I try to picture him without the scowl and furrowed brow.
I try to imagine an easygoing smile on his lips. It’s hard, and I find that it’s almost impossible to envision. His eyes hold horrors and a depth that I don’t think I could ever attempt to completely understand.
He tugs the chair out that’s directly in front of me and dips his chin. Walking around the offered chair, I start to sink down and allow him to push it beneath me.
I’m silently cursing the corset once again as soon as my ass hits the seat. I know without a doubt that I’ll be leaving this dinner table starving, but unable to eat.
Once we’re all seated, I am hoping that they’ll tell
