Dylan scuffed his feet against the carpet in his mom’s reading room and studied crystals of every shape and color. Amethysts. Garnets. Turquoise. Citrine. She owned many. Each had a purpose, though he’d never taken the time to learn their uses. He knew the stone she wore around her neck was a moonstone. It increased intuition.
He laughed to himself. Like she needed any help with that.
A sense of foolishness burned his cheeks. No matter how hard he tried, he would never have a normal life. At least that’s what his mother always told him. She never elaborated on what she meant, other than to say Fate controlled everything.
“Are you open to my help, son?”
He studied her face, regretting his choice to tell her his problems. It did nothing but cause more grief. She was his mother. Her wisdo
