“What’s the matter, Isabeau my love?”
“I’m fine,” Beau said.
Beau turned from her children to look into her aunt’s bright, pale gaze. Gale sat beside her in the park while the children played. Flora and Faun —no, Buck. Flora and Buck were getting along quite well this Sunday morning. Beau knew she had Darrell to thank for that. She had Darrell to thank for so much good will in her life right now.
“Then why is it that you’re looking so weary?” Gale asked.
This was not the first time Beau or her brother or all of her cousins suspected their aunt’s talents ran deeper than just seeing auras.
Gale put a hand to Beau’s face. Her thumb went under her eyelid. “The bags under your eyes have cleared. You’re finally getting enough rest. But something weighs heavy on your heart. Your aura is more
