Mystic's Touch by Dena Garson Read Free Book Online

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ignores me.
    I’ve often wondered how he acted with other people. I
remember him as being very self-important and meddlesome yet highly submissive,
all at the same time. It’s rather annoying.
    Unfortunately I’ve seen it in action so I know what you
mean.
    Danet retrieved the list Darius had written. Nothing
unexpected there. However she would verify with Hesina’s staff that nothing had
been left off.
    Enough about him. Now that Mother has made it allowable
for you to be in here, what’s your plan?
    My plan? It’s simple really. Figure out what’s wrong and
stop it or make it go away.
    Good plan. Any more information than that?
    Not as much as I’d like, but we’re working on it.
    We?
    Father is researching the thorn I removed from your neck
to determine what kind of plant it was from. Once we know that we’ll have a
better idea of whether it was related to your condition or not. Speaking of
which, how is your neck? Has there been any change in what you’ve been feeling
there?
    It is better. The burning has stopped and the tingling is
fading.
    Good. Danet was relieved to hear it but didn’t want
to get either of their hopes up . Any other changes?
    Not that I’ve noticed.
    Well, it hasn’t been long since I removed it.
    How much did you tell your father?
    Danet stopped sorting through the basket of supplies she
found near the bed. Pretty much everything.
    Including the fact that we could talk?
    Yes.
    Did he think you were crazy?
    No.
    There was a pause. He believed you then?
    Of course. I have no reason to lie to my father.
    Another pause. Did he have an explanation for why we
could speak this way?
    Danet took a deep breath and debated how much to tell the
prince.
    Everything is what you should tell me.
    It’s very startling having someone in your head.
    Yes, I know. Now, tell me what you know.
    You won’t like it.
    Let me be the judge of that.
    She set the basket aside and walked to the sitting area. It
was silly, but she felt better putting a piece of furniture between them. I
come from a long line of mystics.
    Go on.
    I have gifts, if you will.
    Like?
    I can grow almost any kind of plant and know many of them
on sight or by taste as well as their healing properties.
    That’s not so strange. It could just mean you have a
talent and can memorize things easily.
    I see colors around most people and know they say something
about the person, but not what they mean. My mother died before I learned most
of the things I needed to know to fully realize my gifts.
    So it is passed through your mother’s line then?
    Yes.
    What else?
    When I was young, I dreamed of things that would come to
be.
    You don’t any longer?
    No. Not since my mother’s accident. Father thinks I
blocked the gift since I wasn’t able to see her death and warn her.
    How old were you? he asked softly.
    Ten. She took a few steps toward the bed.
    Were there no other mystics you could have turned to for
help or training?
    Of course not. They’re banned.
    I know, but that was long ago. And only in the city.
Surely you have relatives you could have gone to.
    No. Mother was an only child. Her mother had a sister but
they lost contact when she went into the queen’s service. We’ve never been able
to find where that branch of the family moved.
    Your mother was a handmaiden, wasn’t she?
    Yes, she was. Just like her mother and her grandmother.
    Your great-grandmother served my great-grandmother?
    Yes.
    During the Great Wars?
    That’s right. Why all the questions? Her nervous
energy forced her into action as they talked. She fluttered about the room,
checking for supplies and to see what was within range. She also took a good
look at the layout of the suite.
    Two reasons. First, if you are a mystic from your
mother’s line, then there is a very good chance that it was your
great-grandmother who saved my great-grandmother’s life.
    I have heard the story.
    You have? Was it your great-grandmother then?
    I’m afraid so. Danet chewed her lip