Thursday.'
'So there's no one target a panicked town would immediately look to.'
'Not that I know of.'
'Except for me.'
He waited until she looked him in the eye, then agreed. 'Except you. But I'd say the possibility of anything happening to you because of that is very slight. Cassie, I don't doubt that when word finally gets out about you, there'll be suspicion. But in all honesty, even a panicked town would have to be totally out of its collective mind to suspect you of three especially vicious murders. It doesn't always take muscle to kill, but Jill studied karate as a kid, and Ivy quite obviously fought like a wildcat. You couldn't have killed them, and it's obvious.'
'A reasonable argument. But the need to blame that grows out of panic is seldom based on logic, and you know it.'
'I know it. Even so, I doubt anyone will seriously suspect you. Oh, they'll look at you and talk about you and wonder, and you'll probably get at least a few nasty phone calls accusing you of being a witch or worse, but I don't believe this town will condemn you as a killer.'
Cassie returned her gaze to her coffee.
'He's the one you have to worry about. That madman out there. The threat to you is from him.'
'I know.'
'I talked to Matt about it this afternoon, and he's agreed to say nothing to anyone about you helping us. Neither will I, of course. The longer we can keep it quiet, the less chance there is of the bastard finding out about you.'
She smiled faintly. 'So you think we've got – what? – forty-eight hours or so before the whole town knows?'
Rueful, he said, 'About that, probably. Secrets do tend to get out in small towns.'
'Well, I'll cross that bridge when I get to it.'
'Just be careful, will you, please?'
'I will.' She raised her cup in a small salute. 'Thanks for sending out the security people, by the way. The place is like a fortress now.'
'I wish I could believe it would keep you safe.'
Cassie met his gaze fleetingly and set her cup on the counter with a sound of finality. 'I'll be fine.'
Ben might have obediently taken his leave, but she reached up to brush back a strand of hair, and once again the gesture drew his attention to her bandaged hand.
'You're bleeding,' he said.
Cassie looked at her hand, where a thin line of red stained the white gauze. 'Damn.'
He put his cup on the counter and stepped toward her, reaching out without thought. 'Let me look – '
She took a step back. 'No. No, thank you. I can take care of it myself.'
Ben forced himself to stand still. 'Cassie, you're so tired, I seriously doubt you could read anybody right now. But whether you can or not, somebody needs to look at that cut. Me or a doctor, take your pick. I can have one out here in half an hour. Of course, he'd probably insist on a tetanus shot. They usually do. Better to be safe than sorry, they say. Me, on the other hand, I'd more than likely just put on fresh antiseptic and re-bandage it. But it's your choice.'
Cassie stared at him. 'Did anybody ever mention that you can be officious as hell sometimes?'
'Matt likes to mention it.' Ben smiled.
She smiled back, if a bit tentatively. Then she drew a breath and visibly braced herself. 'All right.'
Determined not to make a big deal out of it in his own mind as well as hers, Ben asked briskly, 'Where's your first aid kit?'
'In that cabinet by the back door.'
'I'll get it. Sit down at the table and start taking the bandage off, okay?'
By the time he joined her with the kit, she had the gauze unwound, revealing a long, thin slash across her palm that was bleeding sluggishly.
Cassie said, 'Funny, I didn't notice before. The cut exactly follows my fate line. If I were superstitious, I'd probably worry about that.'
'Do you tell fortunes too?' Ben asked lightly, removing what he needed from the first aid box.
'I've never been able to predict the future. I told you that when we met. But my mother could, and I was told Aunt Alex could.'
'Really? I heard a couple of odd stories about her seeming to know things she shouldn't have known but just chalked it up to rumors. She was so seldom in town that few people knew her except to say hello.'
Cassie shrugged. 'I don't know the extent of her abilities. My mother refused to talk about her, and her own instances of precognition were few and far between.'
'So her principal ability was like yours, the ability to tap into another mind?'
'Yes.'
Judging that the time was right, Ben said, 'Let's see that hand.' And immediately added, 'So, do you have a secondary ability?'
Cassie's hesitation was almost imperceptible. She placed her hand palm up in his and said steadily, 'If I do, I haven't discovered it yet. But then, I haven't looked.'
Ben held her cool hand in his and kept his gaze on it as he wiped fresh blood from the wound, but virtually all his attention was focused on her voice, his awareness filled with this first physical touch. 'Why haven't you looked? Afraid of what you might find?'
'Let's just say that the primary ability is enough to deal with. I don't want another.'
Ben nodded, then said, 'I don't think this is deep enough to need stitches, you were right about that. I'll put on some antiseptic and a fresh bandage. You said you cut it on a broken glass?'
'Yes. A clean glass. So no fear of tetanus.'
Ben opened a tube of antiseptic and began to apply the cream to her hand. Unwilling to allow a silence to grow between them, he said, 'Earlier, you referred to your ability as 'the sight.' That's an ancient name for it, isn't it?'
'I suppose. It was always called that in my family.'
He glanced up from her hand. 'Always?' She was looking at him with an unusually steady gaze, her eyes impenetrable and her expression calm; he had no idea whether she was able to read him, and he didn't feel her gaze as he sometimes did. Was it because she was actually touching him?
Cassie nodded slowly. 'It's like one of those stories you see in fiction. I'm not the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter, but the sight has been in my family for generations, almost always handed down from mother to daughter.'
'What about the sons?'
'There haven't been any in the last few generations of my mother's line. Further back, I'm not sure. According to the family stories, it was a female gift exclusively.'
Ben smiled. 'Maybe to level the playing field?'
'The boys got the muscle and the girls got the sight?' Cassie smiled as well. 'Maybe.'
He returned his attention to her hand, putting a clean gauze pad in place over the wound and then winding gauze around her hand to secure it. 'So if you have a daughter, she's likely to be psychic.'
'I suppose,' Cassie said.
With more reluctance than he Wanted to show or admit to himself, Ben released her hand. 'All done. That wasn't so bad, was it?'
'Thank you.'
'You're welcome.' He kept his voice light. 'So, could you read me?'
Cassie didn't answer for a moment, gazing down at her hand as she flexed the fingers slowly. Then she looked up, a very faint frown between her brows. 'No. No, I couldn't.'
'Not at all?'
She shook her head. 'Not at all. A very… closed book.'
Ben was a little surprised at first, but then wondered if he should have been. 'Like I said, you're probably too tired to read anybody tonight.'
