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understand.”
    “You have a good relationship then?”
    “He’s my uncle. Well, sort of. I’ll explain it to you later. Over dinner, maybe. In the meantime, try not to summon me.”
    Before I could tell Liam I hadn’t intentionally summoned him, he added, “I’ll see you in two days.”
    21

    Tracey H. Kitts
    It wasn’t until after he’d vanished that I understood he’d really been there, we’d had an entire conversation, butt-naked in my shower. Oh well, no use worrying about it now.
    As I dried off, I decided to spend the rest of the day doing more research. I wiped some of the steam from the mirror and ran a comb through my hair. My dark eyes were a little red from all the crying, but considering everything, I didn’t look too bad.
    Appearances were always important to my mother and I frowned when I realized that some of her habits had rubbed off on me. From the way she looked to the people she was seen with, my mother couldn’t stop worrying about what everyone would think of her. It didn’t matter how I looked, my best friend died yesterday.
    Since appearances are so important to her, my mother and I have never been close.
    She didn’t disown me or anything like that. She just thinks I’m crazy. The gift, as my granny called it, skipped her. It is for this reason she’s always kept her distance once I moved out. God forbid everyone think her daughter was a loon, just like her poor old crazy mother had been. Granny took her gift in stride. No one thought she was crazy.
    She was revered. My mother just had no idea because she was too afraid to find out.
    She’d moved out at seventeen to avoid living under the same roof as a “tea-reading loony”.
    Granny never read tea leaves. Shows what Mom knew.
    I’d just slipped into my favorite jeans and a big blue sweater when someone rang the doorbell. Since I’d cancelled my appointments and Liam had said two days, I was careful to check the peephole first. My waitress from the café was standing there, twirling a lock of hair around one finger. She looked both harmless and sort of charming. What the hell? I opened the door.
    “Hello,” she said brightly. “I know we don’t know each other, but Liam sent me.” She was carrying a small basket and looked too pretty to be real. Literally. Her blonde hair glowed and her blue eyes sparkled. I don’t mean that as a figure of speech.
    They really sparkled. You may read about shit like that in romance novels, but in real life, no one has eyes like that. Unless you count Liam, who isn’t completely human.
    “I’m a siren,” she said, as if sensing my curiosity. “I don’t really lure fishermen to their deaths, but I do like to swim.”
    Her uncertain smile and kind attempt to lighten the mood made me instantly like her.
    “Please, come in.”
    “Thank you.” She put the basket on the kitchen table and looked around with a smile. The more she spoke the faster the words came. “Nice place. I wasn’t sure what to expect. I’ve never been to a fortune teller’s home before, but yours isn’t weird or creepy or anything. I’m glad you let me in. I figured you might have been suspicious of me last night. I mean, no one has natural blonde hair, not like mine. Without a glamour, it all glows.”
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    I didn’t bother explaining that she wasn’t in the room when Liam lifted the veil. I had no idea she “glowed” until she showed up at my apartment.
    When she paused to take a breath I said, “I just figured you colored it.” My comment came out a little flat. More like bad comedy than rudeness. We both laughed.
    “My name’s Aurora,” she said, “and I ramble when I’m nervous.”
    “No reason to be nervous. I promise I don’t bite. Can I offer you some coffee?”
    “That’d be great.”
    When I went back into the kitchen I remembered when I’d made the coffee and called over my shoulder, “It isn’t very fresh. I could make you some more?”
    “That’s fine as it