Moore,” she said as she shook Minka’s hand. “You’re serious.”
“As a heart attack. Listen, most of the time I bullshit my way through reading someone’s palm. I’ve had visions since I was six years old, but they were stupid, like an image of a live oak outside of town, or an old rusty car sitting in a yard. There have been three instances in my life where I saw someone’s face. Last night, it was yours.”
Addison didn’t want to believe her, but the truth shining in her eyes couldn’t be ignored. “Let’s say I believe you. How did you know I’d be here?”
“My stand is over there,” Minka said and pointed across the street in the square. “I’ve had that same space for five years. I didn’t just see the wolf chasing you. I saw you sitting here in that same navy shirt and white shorts. So, I kept a lookout.”
Addison had lived in New Orleans most of her life. She knew the things said about the city, and she even witnessed some things that made her want to hide under the covers.
“There are no wolves in New Orleans.”
Minka turned her gaze away. “Look around. Tell me what you see.”
Addison did as she requested. She turned her head from one side to the other. “I see people returning to their jobs after lunch. I see tourists. I see artists painting. I see musicians. Regular, everyday people.”
“Do you know what I see?”
She shifted her eyes to Minka, curious. “What?”
Minka pointed to where her stand was behind the artists. “I see witches.” She jerked her chin in the direction behind her. “I see demons.” Next, she nodded her head to the left. “I see vampires. Farther down the street...werewolves. And to the right are djinn.”
“Right,” Addison said with a laugh, thinking Minka was teasing her. Then Addison saw her face and the seriousness in which Minka’s dark eyes stared. “You want me to believe I’m surrounded by those things? Besides, everyone knows vampires can’t come out during the day.”
“Yes, they can. They prefer night, but they can move in the daylight. And yes, I want you to believe the supernatural surrounds you, because it does. It always has. New Orleans is a mecca for such creatures.”
“Just New Orleans?”
“No,” Minka said sadly. “There are other places the supernatural are drawn to, and there are people who hunt them.”
Hunters. Addison remembered what she had overheard between Myles and Riley a few days earlier. “If these...beings...know they’re being hunted, why do they remain?”
“Because in New Orleans, they have a sort of truce so that all five factions can remain. And they’re being watched. If they step out of line, they are eliminated instantly. It keeps the factions in line for the most part. Besides, there are too many of the supernatural gathered here for the local hunters to wipe out by themselves.”
“You know these hunters?”
Minka hesitated for a second before she nodded. “I do. I’m part of the supernatural world because I have gifts, but I’m not a threat like vampires, demons, or other things.”
“You left out werewolves. Aren’t they dangerous?” Addison asked curiously.
Minka bit her bottom lip a moment. “They can be, but they are also loyal to a fault.”
“You said one was chasing me. I’m gathering it isn’t loyal to me.”
“That’s just it,” Minka said, her forehead furrowing. “He shouldn’t have been chasing you.”
That got Addison’s attention. “He? You know who it is? Tell me so I can keep my distance.”
“That might be difficult.”
There was something in Minka’s tone that set off warning bells in Addison’s head. “Who is he?”
“He’s not your enemy. If anything, you’re safer near him.”
“Safer?” she cried, standing up. “You said he was chasing me.”
Minka rose to her feet and very calmly said, “That’s what I saw, but that doesn’t mean that’s what happens.”
Addison had about had enough. She crossed her arms over her