"Not exactly," Charity confessed, trying to think how best to explain. She'd been outside of the house--outside of this realm, even--and yet not. "While I was cooking breakfast, I had--for lack of a better word--a vision."
Surely Michael would understand the concept of supernatural visitations. He'd never tried to pick and choose which aspects of the supernatural he would or would not accept, like she had. He had never strayed from his path. "In this vision, I met Merlin." She placed the pretty pebble on the table between their places. "He gave me this, and said to tell you that Uriel says hello."