order and continued their evening, relaxed and engaged. By the time Officer Hardy dropped her off outside her house, Trin shared his earlier sentiment. “Jason, tonight’s been great. Thank you again, and you’re right, it does feel like I’ve known you forever. Give me a call anytime, and be sure to tell Caris hello for me as well, I hope to see her again soon.”
“How about you come over to our place tomorrow? It’s the first Saturday we’ve both had off together in ages. We plan to cook, watch movies, and hang out. You’re more than welcome to join us.”
“Oh, wow. Thanks. That does sound great, but I wouldn’t want to intrude on your joint day off.”
“Nonsense. Please come.” Jason flashed a confident smile and Trin felt her resolve slipping once more.
“Okay. Sounds fun. Anything I can bring?”
“Just the wine.” Jason winked.
They exchanged numbers, then Trin exited the cruiser and unlocked her front door, waving goodbye from her stoop before stepping inside.
“Who was that?”
Trin screamed, spinning to find Kit sitting on the couch.
“Jesus. You scared the crap out of me. What are you doing here? I thought you were on your way to the city?”
“I was, but Harold called shortly after I got on the road. They moved the show back again. Another ice storm.” Kit shrugged.
Trin hung her purse on one arm of the coat stand, depositing her jacket onto another. “Well, I’m glad your home, because I can’t wait to tell you what happened today.”
“Do we need wine?” Kit lifted her eyebrows.
“Sorry, I wasn’t able to stop for any.”
Kit unfolded her legs and jumped off the couch. “I was!”
Trin laughed, tossing flames from her fingertips, setting the fire alight. She followed Kit into the kitchen and grabbed two glasses from the cabinet.
“Okay, well, today, my first client was the new teacher in town, Caris Hardy.”
“Wait, wait, wait. Back up. How did you get to work and how does the cute guy fit in?”
“Oh, yeah. Jason...he’s the officer who gave me a ride to work this morning. I didn’t have time to dig out my car. And, Officer Hardy is Caris’s cousin.”
“Oohhh, how very entwined,” Kit grinned.
“Indeed. Anyway. When I first touched Caris there was a massive shock between us. I blew it off of course, but in reality, as I massaged across her tattoos I was flooded with visions. Visions of us in the past. All three of us.”
Kit’s eyes dropped to the glass in her hand. “Really? You’re sure it was us?”
“I’m sure. I was once again Karina and was there with you and Kara. It was us. Our original selves.”
Kit sighed then with a gentle smile laid a hand on Trin’s shoulder. “Trin, you know as well as I do that that doesn’t mean it’s her. In our last life, you had a similar vision and it was because your spirit recognized the energy of another witch. It wasn’t Kara then and I doubt it is now.”
Trin dropped her head, crestfallen as she always was when Kit brought her back to reality––a feat her little sister performed all too often.
“I’m sorry, Katrine. I just don’t want you to get your hopes up again, then spend another year depressed when your hunch proves to be wrong.” Kit’s tone was soft and gentle, but did nothing to ease Trin’s disappointment.
“Perhaps you’re right. I doubt our reincarnated sister would spontaneously show up with a cousin this time. It was always just us three, and I know it will be again.” Trin shook her head, mentally discarding her theory.
“We’ll keep looking. I promise. You and I are always able to find each other in whatever life we live, and soon, I know we’ll be able to find Kara too,” Kit promised.
“Okay. Maybe we could do another scrying spell on the next full moon.”
“Yes. Let’s. But for now, how about we enjoy our wine in front of the TV and the cozy fire you’ve created?”
Trin smiled. “Sounds great. Speaking of the wine, this is good.” She lifted her
“How about you come over to our place tomorrow? It’s the first Saturday we’ve both had off together in ages. We plan to cook, watch movies, and hang out. You’re more than welcome to join us.”
“Oh, wow. Thanks. That does sound great, but I wouldn’t want to intrude on your joint day off.”
“Nonsense. Please come.” Jason flashed a confident smile and Trin felt her resolve slipping once more.
“Okay. Sounds fun. Anything I can bring?”
“Just the wine.” Jason winked.
They exchanged numbers, then Trin exited the cruiser and unlocked her front door, waving goodbye from her stoop before stepping inside.
“Who was that?”
Trin screamed, spinning to find Kit sitting on the couch.
“Jesus. You scared the crap out of me. What are you doing here? I thought you were on your way to the city?”
“I was, but Harold called shortly after I got on the road. They moved the show back again. Another ice storm.” Kit shrugged.
Trin hung her purse on one arm of the coat stand, depositing her jacket onto another. “Well, I’m glad your home, because I can’t wait to tell you what happened today.”
“Do we need wine?” Kit lifted her eyebrows.
“Sorry, I wasn’t able to stop for any.”
Kit unfolded her legs and jumped off the couch. “I was!”
Trin laughed, tossing flames from her fingertips, setting the fire alight. She followed Kit into the kitchen and grabbed two glasses from the cabinet.
“Okay, well, today, my first client was the new teacher in town, Caris Hardy.”
“Wait, wait, wait. Back up. How did you get to work and how does the cute guy fit in?”
“Oh, yeah. Jason...he’s the officer who gave me a ride to work this morning. I didn’t have time to dig out my car. And, Officer Hardy is Caris’s cousin.”
“Oohhh, how very entwined,” Kit grinned.
“Indeed. Anyway. When I first touched Caris there was a massive shock between us. I blew it off of course, but in reality, as I massaged across her tattoos I was flooded with visions. Visions of us in the past. All three of us.”
Kit’s eyes dropped to the glass in her hand. “Really? You’re sure it was us?”
“I’m sure. I was once again Karina and was there with you and Kara. It was us. Our original selves.”
Kit sighed then with a gentle smile laid a hand on Trin’s shoulder. “Trin, you know as well as I do that that doesn’t mean it’s her. In our last life, you had a similar vision and it was because your spirit recognized the energy of another witch. It wasn’t Kara then and I doubt it is now.”
Trin dropped her head, crestfallen as she always was when Kit brought her back to reality––a feat her little sister performed all too often.
“I’m sorry, Katrine. I just don’t want you to get your hopes up again, then spend another year depressed when your hunch proves to be wrong.” Kit’s tone was soft and gentle, but did nothing to ease Trin’s disappointment.
“Perhaps you’re right. I doubt our reincarnated sister would spontaneously show up with a cousin this time. It was always just us three, and I know it will be again.” Trin shook her head, mentally discarding her theory.
“We’ll keep looking. I promise. You and I are always able to find each other in whatever life we live, and soon, I know we’ll be able to find Kara too,” Kit promised.
“Okay. Maybe we could do another scrying spell on the next full moon.”
“Yes. Let’s. But for now, how about we enjoy our wine in front of the TV and the cozy fire you’ve created?”
Trin smiled. “Sounds great. Speaking of the wine, this is good.” She lifted her