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the pregnancy.” Madam Nola’s Egyptian made-up eyes
were a palate of dark smudges highlighted with blue, green, and silver.
    But it
was their intensity that made Angela uneasy. “Then you know why we’re here?”
    Madam
Nola nodded, looking wise and mysterious. “Of course. Would you like some red
goji-raspberry tea?”
    “No,
thank you,” Angela said quickly before Damon could accept. The air was heavy
with jasmine incense and Angela found it difficult to breathe. This dark cavern
of a living room with its cloying scents and heavy, closed drapes gave her the
creeps. “Damon has to get back to work. So, if you could just answer a couple
of questions for us, we won’t take much of your time.”
    Madam
Nola smiled. “You pay for an hour even if you don’t use all the time available
to you. And it’s dangerous to hurry the spirits.”
    Damon
squeezed Angela’s hand as though to silence her. “Of course,” he said. “I’d
like to see what your crystal ball can reveal to us.”
    “Good,”
Madam Nola said. She whispered something to her Cockatoos and, in a white
flutter of wings, they flew to twin circular swing-perches. From there, they
watched with beady eyes. Madam Nola gestured for Angela and Damon to take a
seat.
    Angela
noted all the furniture in the house was small except the table and the three
chairs around it. Madam Nola brought a small stepping stool and climbed up. Her
chair had a booster seat on it.
    She
wiggled around until comfortable, then touched something under the table and
the room darkened and more incense sprayed from a nearby plant. She removed the
velvet cover from the crystal ball sitting in the center of the table, muttered
some Egyptian gibberish, and floated her hands across the globe.
    Suddenly,
a scene of the wild, hilly acreage behind the mansion filled the flashing orb.
It was followed by an image of a cross-section of the earth beneath the surface
of the ground. A center layer of mud, bones, and floating ash broiled in fury.
Without warning, a blob of muddy crud, shaped like the head and shoulders of an
ogre, shot up from the depths to its waist. They all flinched. It reached
toward Angela with slimy arms and claw-like fingers. “I don’t know what that
horrible creature is, but it isn’t why we came,” she said past the constriction
in her throat.
    “The
crystal ball revealed the image to warn you. It’s prudent to trust the vision.
TV reports by experts confirm the problems in the ground behind your
mansion—those scientists claim the earthquake initiated ground-instability at
the foot of Mt. Baldy and it set off a chain of events that’s triggering
strange species to form in the stratum.” Madam Nola looked up with her luminous
emerald-green eyes and met Angela’s gaze with a frightening intensity. “That
ogre has fixated on you. In addition, there’s a new dark aura around you that’s
growing darker. Have you heard of the devil-chosen dead whose life force dwells
with them forever?”
    Angela
shook her head. An icy shiver slithered through her. Damon put his arm around
her shoulder. They exchanged glances. His face looked gray, his eyes worried.
    Madam
Nola lowered her voice to a chilling whisper. “For the chosen evil ones,
everlasting life begins with a journey through the underworld. The ka, or life
force, leaves the body, followed by ba, or soul.”
    Angela
gripped the chair arms and clung to reality with all of her might. This was
simply a part of the psychic’s show. She’d even named her Cockatoos after the
life force and soul. “What about our girls?” Angela asked, forcing herself to
stay on point.
    “It’s too
early to tell anything significant about unborn souls. But the spirits suggest
the threat aimed at you may actually be revenge against Damon. You and Damon
are no longer alpha wolves, however, both of you have retained the alpha
characteristics. Two alphas leading a pack in the wilds works, but—” She
cleared her throat. “My point is,