“What are you, an alien or one of the loons who believe they were abducted then returned by aliens?”
“I am not an alien, nor have I ever met one. I can guarantee they do not exist.”
“Not that I’m disagreeing with you, and I’m sincerely grateful that you have no relationship with aliens, but how can you guarantee that they don’t exist. Even scientists don’t agree on that one.”
“Because I know every creature known and unknown ever created.”
“You do? And how is that possible?” Cara didn’t miss that his voice had changed its tone, now sounding as if he were placating a crazy person. Cara didn’t appreciate the condescending attitude.
“Because I am a Moraie.” Cara’s own tone had turned smug. She was very proud of her heritage.
“Exactly what is a Moraie?” Again with the attitude. It was seriously beginning to grate on her nerves.
“Have you ever heard of the three fates?” Looking at him, she guessed he hadn’t. ”One is present at birth guiding souls to the correct child’s body. This is my sister Zerina. Another is present during your life, helping to fight battles along the way, ensuring the correct outcome, for the good or bad. This is my sister Broni.” As she spoke, Cara noticed his hands tightening on the steering wheel.
“I am the third fate. My name is Cara.”
“And what do you do?”
“I cut the thread. I free the soul and escort it to their next life.”
“So you are a serial killer?”