Something flickered in Wolf’s eyes, but he dipped his head in
acknowledgement.
“Whispers?” Kayden’s question was sharp but, his arm around my waist
stayed firm and kept me grounded.
I ignored my brain’s warning to not reveal weakness to these two men and forced the explanation out. “They’re like a constant white noise in the
background. It feels like I’m fragmenting into two different people.” And that scared the holy hell out of me. “My brain tells me one thing, but…” I pressed my
fist against my chest.
“Your instincts are telling you differently,” Wolf’s voice was soft, careful.
I gave a jerky nod. “If I can’t trust myself, then I’m more than just a liability,
I’m going to get someone killed while I’m trying to decide which truth to believe.” Neither man answered, because it was hard to argue with the truth.
Desperation and determination goaded me into a decision. I met Wolf’s gaze and
held it. “Find out what that bastard did to me.”
Wolf’s eyes searched mine. Whatever he was looking for he found because
he looked to the man behind me. “Take her to the house. I’ll meet up as soon as
I’m finished here.”
“We’ll see you there.” Kayden unwrapped his arm and took my hand. I
curled my fingers with his as we headed out.
“Cyn?” Wolf called.
I stopped and turned back.
“Be very certain you want to do this.”
I stalled at his ominous warning. “You’ll answer my questions before you
start?”
He gave me a solemn nod.
“Okay,” I tightened my hold on Kayden’s hand. “We’ll be waiting.”
THE SAFE HOUSE turned out to be a 1970s ranch-style home that sat on a couple
of acres of what was considered horse property in the east valley. As unimposing
as the exterior appeared, the interior contained all the amenities of a business hotel—comfortable, but bland and uniform. Kayden came out of a back bedroom
where he’d taken my duffle bag and gave me a critical once over. “Why don’t you go lay down until Wolf gets here?”
Now that I had committed to hosting a psychic free-for-all inside my head, I
was having second thoughts. And third. And fourth. Sleep was out of the
question. I rubbed my arms, even though I wasn’t cold. “I’d rather just wait until
Wolf gets here.”
“Fine.” He walked into the kitchen, leaving me in the living room to pace the beige carpet. The sounds of cupboards opening and closing emerged from the kitchen. They were soon followed by the dull clunk of a pan hitting a stovetop.
Curious, I went to the kitchen’s entryway. “What are you doing?”
He didn’t turn from the stove. “What does it look like?”
“Cooking?”
This time, he did turn, just to give me a mock salute. “Give the woman a prize.” He returned to his prep.
I leaned against the edge of the wall. “Why?”
His voice rose over the whir of the can opener. “When did you eat last?”
