Chapter Nineteen: The Eye Has It
The back of a lithe-fingered hand trailed across the wooden surface of a small cabinet. Several items were scattered, upturned, all over it.
"So?" asked her sister's worried voice.
Phoebe shook her head, denying any possible vision she might have had. She sighed and looked round to the others. Piper had Paige's arms circling her head as the eldest Halliwell's breath came out harshly.
"We – need to –"
"– leave," finished Taylor as she, Billie and Amos came in, stepping over and around some more mess – the flat they were in, although having been once clearly richly furnished from the looks of it, was now an utter wreck – the way they had found Ava Shuvani's place when they had all gathered here after the worrying call Piper had received.
Paige looked at her, quietly inquiring.
"I've had a flash," Taylor explained, walking over the pieces of a broken, fine vase. "Cop are gonna come rushing through this door quick enough."
"Alright, let's go." Piper sighed, deceived. "I don't wanna lose you guys as well." She couldn't bear any new loss. Besides, her friend was in danger, they had to do something and getting caught would not be of any help anyway. "Pheebs, grab something – anything – for scrying or something."
Paige patted her big sister's shoulder and smiled. "Don't worry, if there's a new Gypsy demon in town, we'll get them just like we did the last one."
To everyone's surprise, it was Billie who answered. "I don't think this has anything to do with her being a Gypsy." They turned to her as she wearily looked about the mess. She soon realized she had spoken aloud as she noticed everyone's looks on her and smiled a guilty smile.
Phoebe smiled back, a bit more warmly. "We can't blame every mishap on Christy without some sort of proof, however we hate that." Billie's smile got a little more heartfelt. "Here." Phoebe spotted a gleam and bent down, stating, "I think I just found the perfect scrying tool."
She showed the others the pendant that hung from the black thread the was holding. A long vertical line leading to a short cross at the top, with what resembled an eye beneath the intersection. The Evil Eye.
"Waffediyok," Phoebe whispered, her free hand reaching for the talisman. And as if the world itself held some power, like a chant – or maybe was it the pendant itself –, the moment Phoebe's skin brushed the dark metal, she was pulled into a premonition.