Hearts In Darkness

forehead.

Her sigh shimmered through him. Yes. I just wasn't expecting that to happen.

What exactly did happen?

Confusion surged, touched by fear. I'm not sure. But my psychometry ability has been taking some strange turns lately. First I go so deep into Matthew's mind that I actually start acting out what he's doing, and now this. When I touched Ginger's hand, I was hit by images. Weird images, filled with flames and chanting and emotions .

He frowned slightly. Going deep into Matthew's mind didn't really surprise him. She'd had the psychic strength and the capability to do it all along, but she hadn't realized it until he'd merged their minds with

Jake in an effort to find where Jasper had him hidden. But touching the blonde's hand and seeing images was something she should not have been able to do. That was a form of clairvoyance, and as she said, her gift was seeing the past from inanimate objects, not humans.

What do you think these images were? Nightmares lingering on the surface of her thoughts, perhaps?

No. They were memories. Ginger isn't human. I'm not sure what in hell she is.

Michael glanced out the window for several seconds, watching the dark landscape go by. Four hearts beat steadily into the silence—Nikki's, the chauffeurs, Rodeman and his wife. Ginger looked, sounded, and smelled human. If she wasn't, then she was the best damn imitation he'd ever seen.

What exactly did you see?

The images didn't make any sense.

Tell me. Whether they make sense or not doesn't matter right now.Seline might see their meaning, even if he couldn't. He had to contact the old witch before the morning, anyway, to let her know they'd arrived safely.

Okay.She hesitated. Heat whispered across the link, embers of memories stirred briefly to life. There was a man dressed in black, chanting. His words seemed to compel flames from the rock. I could feel anger, humiliation and hurt. Whether it belonged to the figure or the flames I'm not sure.

Is Ginger evil?

Confusion washed through the line, a timorous wave of yellow. Michael frowned, wondering why her emotions seemed to come through as colors. Odd, to say the least.

She's not evil—she's not anything. She just is.

His frown deepened. How could someone not be anything ? It didn't make any sense.

Her sigh shimmered. I told you it didn't make any sense .

She was reading his thoughts again. The link had to be more open than he'd thought. I told them you'd eaten something on the plane that disagreed with you.

Okay.She hesitated. Just for an instant, her spirit reached out to his, entwining them in a dance that was gentle and yet shocking in intensity. Then she was gone, from his thoughts and his soul, leaving him aching for more.

'Shouldn't have eaten that chicken,' she murmured aloud.

He touched her face, his fingers still trembling from the power of the dance. 'I did warn you about airline food,' he said softly. 'You feeling any better?'

She looked up at him, her dark amber eyes filled with laughter and longing. At that moment he knew she was going to make it as hard as she possibly could for him to walk away a second time.

But walk he would.

Because he'd rather see her lonely than dead. Because he didn't want to see her used in some madman's sick plot of revenge against him. Jasper had tried and failed, but others might succeed.

'A little,' she said, then glanced across at Rodeman and his wife. 'Sorry about fainting on you. I think it was a combination of bad food and the heat.'

'Don't you worry about it, little lady. Why, Ginger here, she faints all the time.'

Ginger smiled and patted her husband's hand. 'I have only fainted once in the time we have been together. That, too, was caused by something I ate.'

Her voice still grated against his nerves. Why? It wasn't exactly harsh on the ears. 'How long have you two been married?'

'Three moons,' she said. Heat crept across her pale cheeks. 'Three months, I mean.'

Michael raised an eyebrow. Moons was an interesting phrase to use.

'Moons, months, who cares, huh?' Rodeman chuckled and clasped wife's hand. His touch seemed more possessive than gentle. 'As long as we're happy, time don't mean a damn.'

Michael had a feeling it was an expression often repeated. Maybe he was trying to convince himself as much as everyone else. 'So this is not your honeymoon?'

'Hell, no. But Ginger was feeling poorly, and I thought a holiday might do her some good.'

'What made you come here?' Nikki said softly. She wasn't looking at Ginger or Rodeman, but at some point in between them. Perhaps she was trying to get a reading on the blonde.

'I asked to come.' Ginger shrugged. 'I have never been here before, and I have heard much about it.'

'Did you hear about Vance Hutton's disappearance?' Michael asked casually.

Ginger didn't react. Didn't blink. Rodeman almost slipped off the seat. 'Hutton disappeared? When?

How?'

'Walked out on his wife a few days ago and hasn't been seen since.'

'Well, I'll be damned,' Rodeman muttered. 'Didn't they just get married?'

'A week ago. They were on their honeymoon.'

'Just as well we're not then, huh doll?'

Ginger's smile was ghostly. Sadness crept into her eyes, only to disappear when she blinked.

'What about you folks?' Rodeman continued. 'You honeymooners?'

Michael smiled and glanced down at Nikki. Her gaze was still caught by some point between the

Rodemans. Worry snaked through him. What was she seeing? 'Married two days ago.'

'I guess that means we won't be seeing much of you in the next few days then.' Rodeman's laugh was like the man, big and affable.

'Probably not.' He shrugged. Unless the Rodemans' were night owls, it was doubtful whether they'd see them at all.

The limousine pulled to a gentle stop. The driver climbed out and opened the doors. Rodeman edged forward on the seat. 'Been nice meeting you folks. Come and have a drink with us sometime in the next couple of days.'

'We will. Thank you.' Relief surged through Michael as the two of them left.

He glanced down at Nikki again, removing the damp cloth from her forehead. 'Are you okay?'

She met his gaze, her dark amber eyes glinting with gold in the car light. 'Ginger was lying through her teeth. She's not only been here before, but she is here. She's a part of this land, a part of this place.'

He raised his eyebrows. 'Do you mean spiritually connected or physically connected?' The two had far different implications.

She frowned. 'Both.'

'You folks need help getting out?' the chauffeur said, poking his face in the doorway.

'No. We're fine,' Michael said, and could have killed the driver when Nikki sat up. He hadn't wanted to lose the moment of closeness so soon.

'Let's get this show on the road,' she murmured, tucking her hair back behind her ears. She flashed him a grin that was pure cheek. 'Ready, dear husband?'

So the battle lines had been drawn. Michael smiled slightly. He'd had over three hundred years of practice resisting temptation and the needs of his heart, but in all that time, he'd never met anyone like

Nikki.

And even though this was one battle he couldn't afford to lose, he had a sudden feeling that he just might.