Elijah found Camille sitting on his bed.
“Baby?” Still, as a rock, Elijah saw the tear streak her cheek before rushing to her. Kneeling in front of her, Elijah gently cradled her face, “What’s wrong? What happened?” Camille couldn’t believe the words that tumbled out of her mouth. “My stalker killed someone. A detective in Ohio, questioned me today.”
Eyes going wide, Elijah looked mortified as he asked again, “What happened?”
She got to Eva’s office and sat with her for a moment in a daze, “And what are you?” Eva looked at Maxine who nodded before she admitted, “Some call us psychics, but we’re really just empathy.” Another form of witch, more in tune with thought, emotional well-being, and aura, Eva was true to her word in wanting people to have peaceful thoughts. They helped her h
