Raylyn just stood there frozen not understanding anything that poured from Raijinâ€™s lips. It was hard to. She couldnâ€™t be a reincarnation, there had to be an explanation. Her green eyes watched as Raiji helped carry the guy called James to the Voodoo shop, stepping back inside the hotel room, leaving the door ajar she frowned thinking. When she was little her Papa and Nana would tell her stories of their family. They had told her that she was from a long line of Gypsies in old Germany, and supposed Witches from Ireland. If theseâ€¦ No, of course she wasnâ€™t a witch. That would be ridiculous! She chuckled as she looked down at her hands, but if it were possible, was magic genetic? Biting her lip she looked across the street through her open door to the Voodoo shop and nodded, yes, she would talk to Death, surely he would know the explanation of how she was able to draw the past like that.