C23 Chapter Twenty Three

Elle POV

Emma is looking at the cup and twirling it left and right. Her eyes seem to almost sparkle as she looks at it. “Hmmm” she says. I watch her brow furrow like she is straining to see past something. She sighs, and then turns the cup once more.

My hands feel sweaty and I can’t hear the whispers anymore but I can feel these spirits we have invited in with us at our tea table