Embraced By Darkness

'What do you mean?'

Risa scooted past on the train again, this time making siren noises.

Dia smiled. 'She's destined to work with cars when she's older. If it has wheels and it's fast, she loves it.'

I raised my eyebrows. 'So she's not psychic like you?'

'Oh, she is. I'm just not sure what direction her talent will take, as it is still developing. But it's there and it's strong. More so than mine.' She shrugged, then added, 'From what I have seen—or felt—from the clients who have gone there, the club is a good place to be. But I have always sensed something predatory behind it.'

'Most werewolf clubs have that feel. The hunt is on for sex.'

She nodded. 'But this is different.'

'In what way?'

She hesitated. 'It has something to do with the owners. They are predators.'

'They?'

'There are two of them, and they are what the club is.'

'Which makes a whole lot of sense,' I muttered.

She smiled. 'What I see through my visions is not always definable. You know that.'

I blew out a breath, then said, 'Have you heard any recent news reports?'

She studied me for a minute, blind eyes unfocused and yet curiously aware all the same. 'You're hunting whoever is tearing apart those poor women, aren't you?'

'Yes.' Unfortunately. 'But nothing is making sense. We found both killers dead for no apparent reason, and neither should have been capable of tearing someone apart like they did.'

'Sometimes humans can do extraordinary things.'

And sometimes something else is involved. 'At least one of the victims was unfaithful. I know anger can often give a little extra strength but this goes beyond that. And what I really can't understand is why these men would go to such extremes. I mean, why destroy their own lives as well as their partner's? That doesn't make sense.'

'Jealousy often doesn't. And it can be a very destructive emotion.'

Yeah, but the cause of these murders was more than that. I was sure of it. 'It just doesn't feel right.'

And if anyone would understand that statement, then it would be Dia.

She continued to study me for several seconds, then said, 'If you want me to help, I need to touch you.'

My heart accelerated. I knew it was fear of the unknown more than fear of her. Which was odd, really, considering some of the truly depraved men I'd brought down over the last year. 'Why?'

She smiled. 'We both know you are afraid of what I might or might not see of your future, which is why you are so reluctant to even shake my hand in greeting. But if you want my help on these cases, I need to see what you have seen. And to do that, I must first touch you.'

And here I was thinking I'd been so clever about concealing my apprehension about her powers.

She held out a hand, palm up. With some reluctance, I placed my fingers in hers.

'If you see more shit in my future, I do not want to know about it. I've been through enough this last year.'

Her expression was serious as her blind gaze swept my face. Sometimes it was hard to remember this woman could not see. 'I cannot always control the direction of my gifts. If you do not wish to hear where they lead, then it is best we not do this. I will not censure what I see. I never have.'

Which is probably why she'd become as renowned as she was. Good or bad, she told it all—and honesty was rare in her field.

I took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. 'Let's just do this, then.'

She smiled. 'It may not be all bad, Riley.'

'Which is not saying that it'll all be good.'

'No. It rarely is.'

She closed her eyes and her fingers clenched around mine. Electricity washed across my skin—a warm tingle of energy that made the hairs on my arms stand on end and my pulse race. Not in excitement or in fear, but from some emotion that resided between the two. The wolf inside had her teeth bared, ready to fight. But this was a force I'd invited in, and I couldn't back away from that now.

So I held myself still as the tingly sensation washed up my arm and swept across my body, until it felt like I was wrapped in a blanket of energy.

Dia shuddered. 'I see the deaths. I see the agony of their souls.'

I didn't say anything. After all, what was there to say? Not only had I seen it, I'd felt it, and that was not a place I wanted to revisit, even in memory.

'I see the two cases. Separate cases.' She hesitated, frowning lightly. 'I see a woman. She is red, like you. Different, like you. She has a gift, a pack gift that is both different and stronger than her father's, and it sometimes aids her work. The club and its owners hold many secrets, one which the wolf you seek uncovered.'

Dia paused, and another shudder went through her. 'The second case is different. It is shadowed by a malevolence that constantly hungers for vengeance.'

'Vengeance for what?' I asked softly, not sure if by speaking I'd break the vision, but needing to ask all the same.

'Betrayal. He has been seeking retribution for many years.'

Which would suggest the second victim had betrayed her husband somehow.

'He hates,' Dia continued. 'And he will continue to hunt and kill until he is stopped.'

'You can't tell me who? Give me a name or description?'

She either didn't hear or didn't know, because she tilted her head and said, 'An emotional decision comes for you.'

My heart sunk to the depths of my stomach. This was exactly the sort of thing I didn't want her seeing. 'I don't want to know, Dia.'

Her grip on my fingers seemed to tighten, even though I made no move to pull my hand from hers. Well, I guess she had warned me, and now I would have to face up to whatever she was seeing.

Maybe just this once, forewarned would be forearmed.

'You will gain what you have always wanted, but it will not be in the form you have dreamed of.'

I blinked. What I'd always wanted was a hubby and a family of my own—how could I gain all that if it wasn't in the form I dreamed of? 'And that means?'

'that sometimes what we wish and what life offers are two completely different things.'

Like I didn't already know that.

She continued softly, 'There are many men in your life, but I see three who will become special.'

'Three? I don't need three. I need one.' Just one. That wasn't asking too much, was it?

'There is always one. But there are others. One will hurt One will heal. And one will always be there, regardless.'

I hesitated, part of me wanting to ask the question, the other fearing it. 'Is one of them my soul mate?'

'Can a spirit with two souls have one soul mate? That is a. question only time can answer.'

'Well, that's a crappy sort of answer, if you ask me.'

She blinked, then squeezed my fingers and released them. 'I'm sorry I couldn't concentrate more on the murders, but as I warned, sometimes my foresight goes where it wills.'

Yeah, and it didn't exactly give us more than what we already had. Still, if these murders weren't new, as Dia had implied, then a trip into the files for a closer look at past murders was obviously in order. The clues might lay in the past. Whether they'd help us solve the present crimes was anyone's guess.

'Be careful with this thing you hunt,' Dia said, rubbing her arms lightly. 'I do not think it will be easy to stop.'

'The things we hunt never arc.'

'No.' She hesitated. 'I'm sorry for dipping into your private life. I know you didn't want to hear that, and it wasn't my intention—'

I waved her apology away. 'Don't worry. At least it wasn't totally bad. And at least there's some hope of my