Elle POV
Emma is looking at the cup and twirling it left and right. Her eyes seem to almost sparkle as she looks at it. “Hmmm” she says. I watch her brow furrow like she is straining to see past something. She sighs, and then turns the cup once more.
My hands feel sweaty and I can’t hear the whispers anymore but I can feel these spirits we have invited in with us at our tea table.
“ Well what does the tea cup have to say?” I’m hoping she can’t hear the nervousness in my voice. I feel like I’m stress sweating through my clothes and now I’m becoming embarrassed the longer she looks at that f*****g cup. I personally don’t take this long to deliver messages to my client’s about them.
Emma puts the cup down and looks at me. Taking a breath, “Witch to witch do you want to know what your s
