Free Tortured Souls (The Orion Circle) by Kimber Leigh Wheaton Page A

I was carrying has finally been lifted.
    “Mr. Ramsey, earlier this evening your ex-wife called and told Kacie something disturbing,” Logan says, concern radiating from his voice. “She told her she’s having visions of Kacie’s future. Frankly, I’m concerned seeing as she hasn’t spoken to her in years and now she’s calling out of the blue.”
    “I still can’t believe my mother is psychic,” I murmur, leaning my head on Logan’s shoulder.
    “She never said anything to me about it,” Dad says, his face hard and expressionless. I wish I knew what he was thinking. “I couldn’t help but listen to your conversation earlier, so I guess at the very least she thinks she is.”
    “We need to know what those visions are about, sir,” Logan informs my dad. “Kacie’s life could be in danger.”
    “I’ll call and ask her,” Gavin offers with a shrug. “She’ll talk to me.” The way he seems so sure makes me wonder.
    “You knew didn’t you?” I ask Gavin. My stomach clenches at his grave expression. “About our mother’s abilities.”
    “She confessed to me a couple years ago,” Gavin admits so softly it’s almost inaudible. “I can’t say I really believed her, but she knew things she shouldn’t have known.” He looks over at me, his eyes filled with barely disguised anguish. “That’s when I stopped going to visit her unless Dad forced me to. I was so angry for what she did to you, Kacie.”
    “Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask, my voice choked with emotion.
    “By that time, you weren’t showing any signs you still saw the ghosts,” Gavin says with a melancholy smile. “Dad was finally happy again, and I didn’t want to dredge up the past. I thought maybe whatever made you see ghosts had disappeared. I’m sorry. You hid it so well. I didn’t realize you were suffering.” He pulls his phone from his pocket and looks up at me. “Are you ready?”
    When I nod he looks her up in his contacts. She’s not on his favorites list. For some reason that simple fact leaves me feeling a little bit better.
    “Mom, we need to talk,” he says. His words are followed by several seconds of silence. “She won’t talk to you, and I don’t blame her. Tell me about your vision and I’ll relay the information.” He’s silent again while he listens to the woman on the other end. “I’m sorry, Mom, this makes no sense to me. Would you consider talking to Kacie’s friend, Logan? He’s psychic, so he’ll probably understand.” He hands the phone to Logan.
    “Hello, ma’am,” Logan says as he gives my shoulder a squeeze. “Please just tell me the entire vision from beginning to end. Don’t leave anything out.”
    I can hear her voice since my head is resting on his shoulder, but I can’t quite make out the words. Logan places his index finger against his lips then puts her on speaker.
    “…seem like such a nice boy. Kacie can be a strange girl, spends too much time talking to the dead if you ask me. Hopefully it doesn’t scare nice boys like you away.” She prattles on unaware we’re all listening. “My vision is weird, really weird. Kacie’s at this huge house with a group of people. There’s this evil man in a goat head mask. The goat man is holding thirteen lambs against their will. Kacie is the only one who can save those lambs. But she needs the golden angel or she won’t be able to drive away the evil goat man and free the lambs. If the lambs aren’t freed, their souls will suffer for all eternity.”
    She pauses for a moment, and starts humming some unrecognizable tune.
    “Is that it?” Logan asks.
    “The angel has eyes and hair the same color, a golden-brown… like the whiskey in my glass right now.” She stops talking again, probably to drain her whiskey glass. “Even with the angel, Kacie is in danger. The goat man wants to use her body to return to the world of the living. He’ll do anything in his power to capture her and wrench her away from the golden