Justice Found and Lost

Don't ask the cards a question - if you're not ready for the answer

I reconnected with two of my five soulmates from a previous lifetime 7000 years ago, so there are three more - somewhere, out there. While I help one soulmate clear up his past by talking to his dead ex-wife, I asked the cards to help us find my third soulmate.

Yep, I just had to ask. It seemed like such a good idea at the time.

What I got is a semi-corrupt sheriff who is bound and determined to set us up for a murder we didn’t commit, at the same time that an ex-military professional hitman is trying to kill us and we have no idea why. And you thought you had problems.

About that third soulmate? Let's just say, he isn't the man of my dreams, literally. The man I see now is nothing like what I remember him being like, 7000 years ago. The problem is, he may not be what I expected, but now he's like a brother to my other two mates.

My heart says Hell No, while his aura says he's falling for me - real hard. So I have to stop this train-wreck, but pulling this thread out could unravel everything.

That's presuming, of course, we find out why we're being hunted and live long enough to see the next sunrise. Even the dead are telling me the odds aren't in our favor.

Don't ask the cards a question if you're not ready for the answer - that was my tarot instructor's second lesson. I really should've listened.