I blinked away the darkness edging my vision and fought to stay conscious.
“Flash! No! Stop! Please!” It didn’t matter how much I begged, the nightmarecontinued.
When the only screams left were the ones in my head, the third man turned
and walked toward me, slow, deliberate. As he got closer, his body blocked out
what was left of Flash. He crouched in front of me and a flickering light to my
left caught my gaze. I stared at his right hand as it dripped blue-tinged flames.
“Your turn.” He reached out to touch my face.
I jerked backward, but my battered body was slow to respond.
His hand moved closer until a mere breath separated our skin. It wasn’tenough. He traced a torturous line from my cheek and down my neck, to myshoulder. The heat from his burning hand left melted skin and material in hiswake.
My screams pierced the night, then nothing.
CHAPTER 7
The sound of the door opening behind me brought me back into the present.
Too busy hiding my nightmare, I didn’t turn.
“Cyn? You good?”
At Tag’s question, I managed a jerky nod.
He stepped out onto the small porch and closed the door behind him. His shadow blocked the light of the afternoon as a glass of water appeared in front of
my face.
Setting the photo face down on the table, I took his offering.
He crossed in front of me to the other chair. He sat down without a word, setting a second glass on the table. A brittle silence settled between us. Finally,
he broke it. “Are you going to ignore me?”
“Will it work?” My question was short, because I was still shaking from my
trip down memory lane and the jumble of emotions crashing in its wake.
“Nope.” He slumped down, stretching his legs out in front of him. He folded
his hands on his stomach and frowned, concern clear on his face. “You’re looking a little pale.”
My fingers tightened around the sweating glass. “What do you want, Tag?”
“I know you’re pissed.”
I met his gaze and said nothing.
He sighed, then his chin rose, a clear indication he was about to get stubborn.
“I’m not going away until you talk to me.”
“Why?”
Puzzled, he asked, “Why what?”
“Why now?”
His lips thinned and his gaze hardened. “Harder for you to ignore me when
I’m in your face. Since you refuse to take my calls, you’ve left me no other option. So, we’re going to clear the air once and for all.”
I opened my mouth, but the words died before they could escape. I closed my mouth and then rubbed a hand over my face. He was right, it was time to talk. Even Kelsey had pushed for me to reach out before I left on my last job.
My heart clenched. I breathed through the ache, as I examined the part of me that didn’t want to have this conversation, so much so it was smothering the urge
to rail at him for keeping things from me. That reluctance pulled me up short.
Why couldn’t I get the words out? The questions were simple. What psychic
ability do you have, Tag? Why didn’t you tell me? Why’d you leave me?
They were trapped in silence. What held them back? What could he say that
