herself. Not that it matters. He doesn't have to like me to help me find Evan. 'No. I had a pet pig when I was a kid that became a family meal when it was big enough. Haven't been able to eat pork since.'
'Ah, I see.'
She wondered if he did. His easygoing manner told her he'd never wanted for friendship—that he'd never been forced to find companionship from a pet because he couldn't find it anywhere else.
'I noticed an incense burner on the mantle,' he said. 'Would you like me to light it?'
She nodded, surprised he'd even noticed the burner, let alone offer to light it, especially given his earlier hostility.
He walked to the mantle, and she resisted the temptation to watch him, only looking up when he sat back down. He placed the burner between them and flashed her a smile that made her heart do an odd flip-flop.
She obviously needed to sleep. She had to be exhausted if a simple smile sent her over the edge. She glanced away from the warmth of his gaze and found herself staring instead at his long, strong hands. For the first time since she'd first met him, she noticed he was wearing a ring. She was oddly relieved to see it was on his right hand, not his left.
Maybe she should get another room. Being confined with this man for any length of time was not a good idea. Especially if he keeps wearing those damn jeans.
She ran the spoon around the edge of the container, collecting the last of the yogurt. The small candle flickered and danced, and the smell of incense wafted towards her. She put the empty container on the table and sniffed the fragrance.
The pit of her stomach suddenly fell. Citrus smoke—the same sweet smell that had been in Evan's room.
Darkness swept around her. She gripped the edge of the table fiercely, fighting the desire to follow wherever the dream might lead. Please, don't let this happen to me now. Why couldn't it hit when she was alone? As much as she wanted to find Evan, she didn't want Jon to see her trapped in a vision.
'Maddie? Are you okay?'
Smoke coiled around the cabin, a dark plume that filled the twilight with the rich scent of citrus. In the far corner lay Evan and the other teenager, the mounds of their bodies almost lost amongst the heavy blankets covering them.
But her dream was not here for them this time. It swirled away, centering on the opposite side of the cabin. Two figures were silhouetted against the dancing light of a bright fire. Though she could see no features or clothing, it was obvious from their size and shape that one was male, the other female.
'Maddie.'
The soft voice broke through the dream. For an instant, the vision wavered, shimmering like a pond whose shiny surface is disturbed by a stone.
'Maddie, tell me what you see.'
Jon's hand slid over hers, warm and strong. Maddie wished she could let go of the table and hold his hand, hold him, but the dream held her in its grip. She couldn't move.
'What do you see?' he repeated softly.
'Evan.' She licked her lips. For the first time in her life she forced herself to concentrate on her vision.
Despite the fire, the cabin was cold. The breath of the two figures condensed as they spoke, hanging in the air like smoke. Beyond the cabin confines, the wind howled, rattling windows she couldn't see.
'Tell me what else you see.'
'It feels like snow.' Chill fingers of air crept around her, and she shivered.
'Do you see any people?'
'Two. Male, female.' The woman had long hair that she brushed away with a cat's paw. 'She has claws.
Cat's claws.'
'Are they talking? Can you hear what they're saying?'
'Only the woman speaks.' And though her voice was soft, its mellow sound stung Maddie's ears, as grating as fingernails across a blackboard.
'What is she saying?'
'I don't know.'
'Listen harder. Concentrate on the sound of her voice.'
Jon squeezed her hand, running warmth through her body. She licked her lips, trying to do as he asked.
Like a radio suddenly tuned, the woman's voice leapt into focus, and she told Jon, 'She plans an attack.
Tonight.'
'Who does she plan to attack?'
'I don't know—' She hesitated.
The woman turned. There was malice on her face, malice in the air, so thick Maddie suddenly struggled to breathe. Jon called her name urgently, but he sounded so very far away. She stared at the woman with the vibrant green eyes until they all but filled her vision, became a turbulent ocean awash with venom.
'You are mine,' the woman spat. 'Mine.'
Maddie screamed, and the dream disintegrated into darkness.
'Maddie, come back to me.'
She didn't respond, didn't move. She breathed rapid gasps that shuddered through her body, and sweat trickled down her cheeks. Jon thumbed the droplets away. Her skin was cold, despite the room's heat.
He frowned and glanced at the fireplace. Flames flickered, slowly catching the small logs she must have placed there earlier. But the temperature in the room seemed to have jumped ten degrees in the last few minutes, and the fire certainly couldn't account for it. Imagination, or something else?
She suddenly pushed his hand away, her eyes wide and unfocused like a dreamer fighting a dream. Her fear smothered him, making it difficult to breathe, to concentrate. He wondered why he was so open to her when he'd spent most of his life perfecting the art of blocking other people's emotions—and his own.
She pushed her fingers through her hair, her hands shaking. He sat back on his heels, watching her carefully. Something had frightened her enough to rip her from the vision, but she was not yet aware of him or their surroundings. Her mind was still caught in the backwash of the trance.
Which meant her gift was raw. Few trained clairvoyants were unable to pull out of a vision cleanly. He wondered how strong her gift was, how true. And how long she'd gone without seeking help. He suddenly wished he could call his mother. She was a strong clairvoyant and would know how to handle this situation.
'Maddie,' he said softly.
The amber fire in her eyes began to burn more brightly as her awareness returned. She blinked rapidly, then took a deep, shuddering breath. The blanket of fear intensified.
'I'm sorry,' she whispered. She pushed the chair backwards and scrambled to her feet, every movement frantic, as if desperate to escape.
He reached out to caress her hand, but she jerked her fingers away from his touch. He frowned and rubbed his fingertips together. Now her skin was burning hot. What the hell was going on?
She stopped in front of the fire, her back to him, her stance withdrawn. She looked isolated and very, very frightened. The firelight ran through her hair, making it burn a vibrant, molten gold. Such a pretty color, he thought, and so at odds with the darkness that seemed to haunt her.
He had no real experience in dealing with untrained talents, and no real time to help her. Not with only five days to find the missing kids. But any information, however small, might provide the breakthrough he needed. She'd definitely seen something in that dream, and that something just might make his task of rescuing the kids easier.
He sat astride the chair. Though she made no sound, her shoulders tensed. She was ready for a blow, whether verbally or physically. Anger uncoiled in his belly, and for an instant, he was very glad he'd only just met her. Otherwise, he might have been tempted to seek out the fool who'd hurt her so badly.
He leaned his forearms against the wooden backrest and fully opened the gate to his empathic
