“Don’t they match themselves?” he asked.
“Only according to the powers I give them,” she said. “Now shut up and close your eyes.”
He did and felt her hand on his face and then a finger pressing each of his temples.
“I see her now,” she said. “And I’m sending her to you.”
“Literally?”
“Her image, stupid,” she retorted.
He snorted, and then a vision filled his mind, as clearly as if his eyes were open and a picture was right in front of him. Her face was beautiful, vibrant, and familiar. He immediately knew where he knew her from. But would she remember him? They’d only met once, as children. Then again, as a member of the royal family, he didn’t get out with the other kids a lot.
“Stop,” the oracle said. “I really don’t need to hear that. And yes, she’s curvy.”
“Good,” he said with a smirk as the oracle pulled back and the vision ended.
She stood. “Well, that’s that.”
“You know her?” Ace said. “Don’t you need a name?”
She shook her head. “He has the name.”
Stacy Anderson.
He was too stunned to speak as it sank in, the reality of it. Stacy Anderson was going to be his.
“So you know her?” Ace asked as the oracle left, the door swinging shut behind her.
Beau nodded. “Yes.”
“And you can win her?”
Beau walked to the window, hands crossed behind his back, and nodded once more. “It’s only a matter of time.”
“Well, then hurry up, because the sooner you find your mate, the sooner we can get started on ours and lock in the power of the pride with the oracle.”
King of Rock