Free Foretell by Belle Malory Page B

hands on her hips, confused. “I don’t get it. Does she have the crystal?”
    “ She is the crystal.”
    It finally occurred to me where Lina’s confusion stemmed from. Earlier on the train, Lola had explained to me that before her memories of me came back, everyone believed the oracle was a crystal ball. No one ever considered their legendary oracle would be flesh and blood.
    Wonder spread over Lina as she pieced it together. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
    “Crazy, right?”
    Lina nodded, still staring at me in wonder. “How does it work?”
    I stuck my hand out, not caring much for being referred to as an object. “Nice to meet you. I’m Estelle Spencer.”
    “Sorry. How rude of me. I’m Lina Drynski, and the pleasure is all mine.” She smiled brightly, shaking my hand. Lina’s features were exotic like Lola’s, but she looked slightly older than her friend, probably somewhere in her mid-twenties.
    “We’re both exhausted,” Lola said. “And starving.”
    I nodded my head in agreement, feeling my stomach growl at the mention of food.
    “Of course you are,” Lina said. “I brought my own RV. It’s about a quarter mile that way,” Lina pointed. “There are two bunk beds and the sleeper sofa. I imagine we’ll all fit comfortably. And I’m a dancer, not a cook. You’ll have to make do with some grilled cheese sandwiches.”
    “Sounds delicious,” Lola replied. “Practically gourmet.”
     

     
    Excitedly, Lina led us through the campground filled with RVs and trailers. Most of the residents were outside, sitting around huge bonfires, laughing and talking. Some of them stared curiously at us as we walked by. I gathered these must be the Irish travelers Lola had mentioned.
    Lina showed us to her tiny but cozy RV. There wasn’t much room inside, just a sofa, a built-in dinette and basic kitchen appliances occupied the front room. Two sets of bunk beds and a small bathroom occupied the back.
    Once settled, she fed us her specialty grilled cheese sandwiches, and then showed us to the showers. I scrubbed at my body with a vengeance, trying to remove the dirt and grime produced from traveling over the last two days. After I was completely washed and towel-dried, I felt so much better.
    Thankfully, Lina had a small heater running in her RV. It kept the tight confines of the space warm and toasty.
    Everyone sat in the living area talking when I walked back inside.
    “There’s a wedding tomorrow,” Lina announced, just as I closed the door. “It should be fun, perhaps take your minds off reality for a while.”
    I took a seat at the dining table, listening quietly.
    “Will any Roms be attending?” Gabe asked. “We can’t risk coming into contact with more mind readers.”
    “As far as I know, it’s only Irish,” Lina replied. “I don’t think you’ll have anything to worry about. However, I’ll keep my attention focused on the future as a precaution.”
    Gabe nodded, indicating he thought it was a good idea.
    “There’s something else you should know,” Lina said. “I spoke with Zetta earlier. She wants to speak to you about Estelle. I think she’s had one of her dreams. I never mentioned the oracle was a person, yet she knew.”
    Lola presented me with a sideways glance. “I’ll call her. Maybe she can tell me what to do from here.”
    “Who is Zetta?” I asked. Everyone turned their attention to me, making me wish I hadn’t interrupted.
    “She’s my aunt,” Lola answered. “The one I told you about. She originally erased our memories with her spell. If she wants to speak to me, it must be important. So let’s just hope her news is good rather than bad.”
    “She’s a powerful psychic,” Gabe explained. “Whatever she sees happens. There’s nothing we can do to change it.”
    They seemed afraid to hear what this Zetta woman had to say. I didn’t understand their fear. I was ready to meet this woman, excited even. If she had originally placed the spell on me, then