Wiccan, A Witchy Young Adult Paranormal Romance by M. Leighton

cleared his throat, keeping his eyes firmly glued to mine. “So,
this is about another vision, huh?”
    “ Well, not really. This has
never happened to me before and it’s kind of hard to
explain.”
    “ Try,” he encouraged, just
like he’d done at our first meeting.
    I sat picking at my fingernails while I
thought how best to describe my dream without sounding even crazier
than I already did. Turns out there really wasn’t a good way, so I
just told it like it was.
    “ This one came in a dream.
And I know that sounds ridiculous. I mean, a dream is just a dream,
right?” He was watching me with that carefully blank expression
again. “But this one was different. It was like I was the one stabbing her and I was the one cutting off
her finger and I was the one writing on the sheets.”
    I knew by the change in Grayson’s
expression that I’d struck a nerve. And, like last time with the
red hair, he’d found a solid reason to believe me.
    “ What did you see written on
the sheets?” he asked cautiously.
    “’ It’s time’.”
    Still, he watched me closely. “And
which finger was cut off?”
    “ Her right
forefinger.”
    Grayson turned in his seat to face
forward and he leaned his head back on the headrest. He closed his
eyes with a frustrated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose like
he had a headache. “This is insane,” he whispered.
    I wasn’t sure whether he was
talking to me or talking to himself. Either way, I didn’t respond.
I knew it was
insane. It was making me feel insane. Not so much the dream, but the perspective of the dream
had really messed with my head. In a way, I felt like a criminal,
like I had done
something wrong.
    “ Alright. Tell me exactly
what you saw. Leave nothing out.”
    Grayson kept his head relaxed against
the headrest and his eyes closed as I talked. At no time, though,
did I get the impression that he was actually relaxed. The air
around him snapped and crackled with frustrated energy.
    He asked a few questions, mainly about
the killer, but I had little to contribute on that front. All I’d
seen was the glove-covered hand, the plastic-wrapped arm and the
knife that was used. Unfortunately that provided nothing useful.
They’d already gotten details about the knife from the coroner’s
report.
    “ So you’ve never had a dream
like this before? Or a vision like this?”
    “ No. Never.”
    A hmm was his only response.
    Finally, he lifted his head
and turned to pin me with his stare. “You know details about the
crime scene that only a few law enforcement officials know. It
is imperative that
you tell no one, and I mean no one, about what you’ve seen.” He was glaring at me,
talking to me like I was an unreliable child.
    “ Yeah, because I’m gonna
tell everyone that I’m a freak who has dreams about killing
people.”
    He shrugged.
    “ Also, you know I’m going to
have to get your alibi for Saturday night, right?”
    “ What? But no one even knows
that I came to you with this information. Can’t you just- no one
would know if you didn’t talk to my parents. It’s not like I’m in
your file anywhere. As far as anyone else knows, I have nothing to
do with this case.”
    He worried the inside of his cheek for
a minute, deep in thought. “I haven’t decided what to do about you
yet. I had to see what you knew first.”
    “ Why don’t you just leave me
out of it?”
    “ Because you didn’t stay out of it,” he
snapped, his eyes flashing with aggravation.
    “ I thought maybe I could
help.”
    “ How? You didn’t really see
anything.”
    He had a point there. I
couldn’t really say why I’d called him. Maybe the fact that he knew about
my visions (and actually believed me) made me feel not so alone in
it all.
    “ I don’t know. I just
thought I should call you,” I said quietly, picking at my nails
again.
    I heard him sigh. “Look, I’m sorry. You
just- it just makes my job harder in some ways, that’s all. I’m
still glad that you came to