“How nice to see ye fell for my little trap,” Brandubh said languidly as he approached them. He grabbed Finna’s arm. “Come with me, my dear, I’ll show ye the way out…no no, don’t worry about your mother, she’ll come along in a minute.” He dragged her into a small round room. “Give me one reason not to kill ye right now.” His dark eyes bored into hers as he fished a knife out from under his robe.
The psychic’s eyes turned glassy and unfocused as she picked up Maeve’s hands. Maeve heard the words, ‘lifeline,’ ‘love affair,’ ‘trip,’ but her eyelids refused to stay open. The last conscious thought she had was how hot Gertrude’s hands were–from that moment on it was as if she was in a trance or asleep. As she dozed she heard the slap of cards being placed on the table, Gertrude’s indrawn breath. Something happened, a sound or a clap that brought her back to consciousness. Gertrude’s eyes were wide and frightened but a split second later she smiled.
“Thank you,” she said, rising from the chair to usher Maeve out.
“But wait—what happened?”
“There is darkness in your future.”
“Darkness? What does that mean?”
“I told you everything during our session. You will remember.”
“But I don’t remember anything!”