A Promised Prophecy

Chapter Seventy-Five

Well, isn't it a damn good thing that James knows how to make some of the best potions I've ever seen in my life.

That nagging feeling that Celeste knew exactly what would happen and somehow guided us all back together crept into my mind. Had James already created this potion once before and used it on Callisto? If not, he was someone I believed would have success making any potion, even if he didn't have the exact recipe.

"You've had the potion then. Did James make it for you? How did you figure it out?" I had a million more questions I wanted to ask but the door opened and we both looked back to see James standing there. I stared at him, excited to see him, questioning how much he knew, and wanting to share whatever news I had with him. I finally blurted out, "I need a potion."

"Is something wrong?" James quickly closed the door behind him and came to join us on the floor. "How are you feeling? I've got a number of healing potions but knowing what ails you will make it easier to treat something a little more specific."

"I must go," Callisto said. He stood up without another word and left, leaving me and James alone.

"Est is—" James turned to watch Callisto as he tried to share Est's location, but he was already gone. I watched his movements closely, trying to analyze someone I trusted deeply. If he knew as much as Callisto did about the potion, well, I'd feel a little lied to. He let me share facts with him as if it was the first time he'd heard them. I'm not even sure that would be the thing that hurt the most because not only would he know my exact situation, but he'd have the answer and had been withholding it the whole time. That was a double whammy, and still, staring at him right now, I wanted to jump his bones.

"Do you know what SPT is?" I asked.

"PS what?" James turned back to me as I spoke.

"Soul Power Transfer," I clarified while pointing to the spot in the book that Callisto had shown me.

"I've never heard of it." He picked up the book to read the passage and I watched his face, hoping to look for clues to his knowledge as he read. After he finished he put the book back down and asked, "Callisto found this?"

"Look at the author." I pointed so his attention was back on the book. He flipped it over and his face scrunched, indicating confusion. I immediately felt relief. At the very least, James wasn't playing me. But now, I wasn't so sure about Callisto...and maybe Est.