In the stars

Angelica

“Crystal?” I walked over to the shocked woman. She looked like she had a dozen questions to ask me but I beat her to it. “When you say you see me in the stars, what exactly do you mean?”

She stared at me blankly.

I ran a hand through my hair helplessly. “I really need to know. It’s important.”

For a woman who was so hell-set on telling me about the stars she kept seeing me in, she was quite uninterested in explaining when I needed to know the whole truth.

I pulled a stool to sit opposite her. “What about when you call me Hyacinth?”

That seemed to pull her from whatever universe she was lost in a moment ago. She studied me closely and shook her head. “You said you’re not her.”

“But do I look like her?” I questioned. I already knew the answer to that but I needed her to remember.

Instead, I remembered she had taken her medicine and groaned inwardly. Just great. If Uncle Nikov was right about Fergus deliberately messing up with her head so no one would believe what she s