Chapter 28
“I’m ready.”
The lights had been turned down low and I was slouched down in an ancient leather armchair. The chair was so oversized, my posture so poor, the sides of the chair came up to my ears. I’d propped my feet on a tattered needlepoint-covered stool. Once, someone had put days of work into the thread design, but now the colors were dull and portions of the image were undecipherable.
Ozan leaned against his desk, arms crossed upon his chest, and the corners of his mouth lifted a fraction of an inch.
“Wonderful. You know what you need to do? There is nothing I can do to assist you?”
I shook my head. “This is a one-woman job.”
He inclined his head and I closed my eyes. Entered the void.
I’d never succeeded in touching anything physical while in my astral form, but I wa
