Through Time-Frankie by Claudy Conn Read Free Book Online

visions don’t always come to pass, do they? Remember that time when you were so sure we were going to come across a pack of wolves being shot at by hunters from the sky? Trevor went ahead and found them, and disabled their helicopter and the wolves were saved that day. So visions don’t have to come true,” Jazz smiled reassuringly.
    Frankie grinned mischievously. “Aye, that was such a relief. One of those wolves had pups with a nanny back at their earth. It would have been a tragedy of such far reaching proportions if those hunters had killed the alphas.”
    “I know,” Jazz said and then grinned saucily, “Well, since you weren’t enjoying the dinner party, your little bout with dark visions put an end to it early, so some good came of it.”
    Frankie laughed, “Yes, if only I had the vision sooner.”
    Jazz smiled ruefully, “That bad, huh?”
    “Worse, young Prince Worley is so full of himself.”
    “I met him once, he had accompanied Queen Mab to the concert the Milesians had put together in Dravo.” Jazz frowned, “He seemed an ass, but I never gave it much thought back then,” Jazz offered thoughtfully.
    Frankie wrinkled her nose, “I don’t find him so very good looking either. There is something in his smile that quite puts me off. Noa, I don’t like him.” Frankie sighed, “Besides, a lass needs more than a pretty face, doesn’t she?”
    Jazz’s brow went up, “Very good. Yes she does, so tell me, what do you need , Frankie girl?”
    Frankie grinned , “ Sleep . Right now, I need sleep. I’ll be rushing off early in the morning remember, so I probably won’t see ye before I leave.” Sighing she added, “I’ll be doing something normal at least.  I have plans to meet m’future roomy in Dublin and spend the night there, and do a little shopping.”
    “Oh, that will be good for you. I’m glad. But you will let me know where you are staying for the night, okay?”
    “Right ye are, Jazz, but I am eighteen ye know and I think quite capable,” Frankie grinned naughtily.
    “Still, I just would like to know,” Jazz said sweetly.
    Frankie hugged her fiercely, “Now go away and be with yer very own prince, and let me be.”
    Jazz got up, put out the light on her way out and left Frankie lying back against her pillows.
    A vivid memory slipped suddenly into Frankie’s thoughts, and she saw it as though it were a movie film on a big screen TV.
    A night no more than four months ago, a beautiful night.
    Images floated before her mind’s eye, taking shape, feeling real, so real. It was the scent of the fresh air in the outdoor pavilion where she and her friends had gone to an open air concert in Charleston, SC.
    She could hear the country music blasting—awesome and so different than the quiet mundane music at the dinner party earlier that evening.
    People were standing on their chairs, waving their arms, singing, dancing and although the volume had hurt her eardrums she had been having a wonderful time.
    Remembering that she could mute the volume with her magic, she did just that, and her sensitive Fae hearing got some relief as she danced in place and laughed with her friends. Life had been simpler then—still complicated, but not like now.
    Even as the band drove the crowd into a frenzy, even as she sang wildly and laughed, she thought of Graely and wondered what he was doing, wishing he was there with her.
    Beer and high spirits ruled.
    The band was hot, and getting hotter. The lead singer threw his guitar picks into the crowd and people scrambled for them.
    He danced with his guitar and each minute his dancing got sexier, more intense as he beat out the rhythm of his song. He was a hunk, and when he suddenly ripped off his shirt and threw it into the throng of fans, the crowd went wild.
    Frankie screamed with all the other girls, not knowing or caring why, it was just fun.
    Her friends were jumping up and down in a frenzy as they sang.  Excitement reverberated off the