Free Tug of Attraction by Ashlyn Chase Page B

with a sigh.
    A woman emerged from the reading room followed by Myranda.
    “Ah. Saved by the psychic.”
    Myranda strode over to Brigit and gave her a hug. “What am I saving you from?”
    “Myself—and your evil temptress saleswoman here.”
    Myranda grinned. “She works here for a reason, honey.”
    “Yeah. I get that. Do you have time for a quick reading?”
    “What? Like ten minutes?”
    “That should be enough. I just have one concern, but I’d rather not explain what it is.”
    “No problem. Come with me.”
    Brigit followed her to the reading room. A moment before she entered, she glanced over her shoulder at Yvonne. A pang of loss followed as she watched the ring disappear back into the display case. Oh well. There will be many more sacrifices if my attempt to get pregnant is successful.
    Myranda scooted into her chair behind the small table while Brigit sat on the vacant chair closest to her.
    “So, what shall it be? Tarot cards? Crystal ball?” Myranda asked.
    “Whatever you’re most comfortable with.” Brigit began feeling a little nervous.
    “Okay. Think about a question you want answered while I get my crystal ball. I haven’t performed a scrying for a while, and I like to stay in practice.”
    “Sure.” Brigit thought about it, but exactly what did she want to know? “Is it okay if the question is a little nebulous?”
    Myranda rolled her eyes and set her crystal ball on the table between them. “Oh, that’s a great start. Why don’t I give you another minute?”
    Brigit mentally wrestled with the wording. Will Ethan honor the terms of the contract? Will I ultimately achieve my goal of independent motherhood? How specific or general did she want to be? After considering both ideas, she decided to be specific. The spells they cast were supposed to be specific to avoid any misunderstanding between the witch and the powers-that-be. So should the question be with the psychic.
    “Okay. I have my question.”
    “Share it.”
    Could she ask it in a way that would withhold the details from Myranda, but still be specific enough for the Goddess?
    “Yes. I want to know if the details in the contract I recently drew up will be honored.”
    Myranda closed her eyes, took a few deep, cleansing breaths, and then concentrated on the crystal ball. She didn’t say anything for several long moments. Brigit wondered if she was getting any information at all.
    At last she said, “I don’t see a contract. I see you on a narrow path. Do you understand that?”
    “I think so.” 
    “There’s a sharp turn on this path. I see you struggling to go forward, but there are brambles and a lot of overgrowth that way. Does that make sense?”
    Brigit’s brow furrowed. “Unfortunately, I think it does. So, you’re saying the path I’m on won’t be successful?”
    “I didn’t say that. If you go, follow where the path leads, I think you’ll ultimately get what you want. It just may not be the way you want it. You’re going to have to make a decision.”
    “Oh, crap.”
    Myranda chuckled. “Sorry about that. I just share what I see.”
    “I know. I want you to be honest.”
    “Good, because I honestly think your stubbornness leads to hardship. You might ultimately get to your goal, but it won’t be pleasant.”
    Brigit let out a long sigh. “Frig.”
    “Don’t blame the Goddess Frig just because it’s not what you wanted to hear.”
    “Do you see anything else?”
    Myranda returned her gaze to the crystal ball. Again she didn’t say anything for quite a while. Brigit was tempted to drum her fingers on the table, but she didn’t want to interrupt the psychic’s trance.
    At last Myranda spoke in a voice that sounded a little deeper than usual. “The path’s direction is laid out as it’s meant to be. Honor that.”
    She waited for something more. Myranda closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose.
    “Are you okay?”
    “Sorry. Headache. Sometimes that happens when I try to see things