Tally glared up at us.
“Sorry,” I squeaked.
Nick was pale across the room. Shifters were concrete creatures. Witchiness of any kind made us uncomfortable. Rourke stood behind me, a low rumbling in his chest. We were all a little freaked out. Not because the child could harm us but because what she was doing was so creepy and unnatural.
“You must be quiet,” Tally snapped. “She only has visions when something pivotal in our world happens. This means something. And it’s no coincidence she asked for the female wolf. She could have the answers to where my niece is, which would mean—”
“Boy, he help her. They get away,” Maggie interrupted in her little voice.
That was great news. “They get away” had to mean James had successfully tracked Marcy and they were out of danger. I blew out a big breath. “Ask her where they are so we can go pick them up,” I urged.
Tally shot me a death glare and I shut up.
We all watched as the child started drawing circles again, which quickly bled onto the tabletop. I leaned forward as she discarded one crayon and picked up another. A crude drawing started of what appeared to be a wolf. It had pointy ears, so it was as good a guess as any. Then she drew a stick figure holding hands with the wolf. It had long hair and was smiling. It must be James and Marcy.
The child’s eyes snapped shut and her head bobbed down like she’d suddenly fallen asleep.
“So are you telling us that Aunt Marcy is okay, Magdalene?” Tally prodded in a voice full of love and patience.
“They running.” Maggie’s head came up and I was relieved to see her eyes were back to normal.
“Is someone following them?”
“Bad men.”
“Is Marcy going to come home?” Tally coaxed.
Brief pause.
We all held our breath.
The child nodded. “Auntie Marcy. Home again.”
Whew. “Ask her when?” I pressed. I couldn’t help it. A toddler having visions was a crazy thing to witness, but when she delivered good news, it made it less so.
The child’s small face turned toward me, her gaze locking on mine like a clamp.
I shivered.
Her eyes rolled back to white as I watched. I cringed, but didn’t yell. I didn’t have time to congratulate myself, because I was crossing my fingers too fiercely, hoping like a madwoman her eyeballs were receiving the story from her brain so she could fill us in on Marcy’s location. I flinched back as she continued to stare at me with that milky stare. Rourke drew me to him, comforting me once again by wrapping his warm arms around my middle.
Maggie pointed at me, eyes still frightening. “Finds you.”
“Marcy finds me?” I asked hopefully. “When?”
“Oracles don’t do time.” Tally shook her head like I was a moron. “Things shift. People make choices. They affect outcomes. There is never a time frame involved.”
That sounded somewhat logical.
Abruptly, Maggie turned her head back to her table, her pudgy little fingers grabbing another crayon. This time she drew right on the tabletop.
A simple picture of a face emerged, this one with pointy teeth.
She dropped the crayon and reached for a red one.
“Is that supposed to be blood?” I whispered as Maggie started scribbling like mad. She added more pointy teeth and more red. “A vamp, Maggie? Are you drawing vampires?”
Tally hovered over her daughter protectively. “She doesn’t know what a vampire is yet. That would be highly unlikely—”