prepare for it. Surfing the waves is like watching a silent film.”
“Silent films?” He frowned. “So, you can’t hear anything, just watch?”
I nodded, not ready to admit that might have changed.
“If you’re not prepared?”
Revealing any weakness to this man made me uncomfortable, but he wasn’t
giving me much choice. “Then someone better be around to snap me out of it.”
“How?”
My hands curled into fists. “Physical distraction.”
“Like what?”
Heat crawled up my face and it took a lot to meet his gaze. “Shaking or slapping works.”
His eyebrows rose. “Aren’t there other ways that don’t involve hurting you?”
My shoulders hunched. “Not that I’ve found.”
“That sucks.”
I didn’t bother responding because he was right. It did suck.
“I’m not judging,” he said.
“Sounded like it.” I turned away and went back to the kitchen. With no
holster available, I tucked the gun between the waist of my jeans and the small
of my back. Not the best place to stash it, but it might stave off the temptation to use it. Besides, if things kept being as weird as they were now, I wanted it with
me.
He followed me. “Look, I need whatever information you can give me. I
need to know what you saw. Maybe there was some clue to where Ellery took Kelsey.”
“If it was Ellery.”
“What do you mean?”
Stopping short, I spun around, and threw up my hands. My sudden move
pulled him up short. “What do you want me to tell you, Kayden?” I resettled my
hands on my hips. “Kelsey walked into her room, someone broke in, attacked her, and then they both disappeared. I couldn’t see his face, but I can tell you he
stood close to your size and had military training.”
“Show me.”
His steely demand snapped my mouth close and made me blink. “Excuse
me?”
“Show me what you saw.”
Taken aback, I managed, “That’s not how it works.”
He folded his arms across his chest and stuck out his chin. “Does now.”
CHAPTER 4
“E xplain this one more time.”
We were back at the couch, me sitting, knees bouncing with
nerves. Kayden knelt in front of me and rested his hands on my knees, holding
them still. With more patience than I expected, he did just that. “Every person leaves an energy signature behind. I’m a Tracker, which means, most times, I can follow those signatures. Considering your ability, I have an idea that might
help us.”
“I still don’t understand.” I studied him. Something wasn’t adding up. “If you can track psychic energy signatures, you should be able to read what happened without me.”
