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known him to think harshly of anyone, but nevertheless—mind your words.”
    “Then you clearly do not know your father,” he said with a leer as his eyes searched the room and he reached his hand for his chest. Assuming he wanted his shirt, I grabbed it off the back of the sitting chair and tossed it to him.
    He never broke eye contact with me as he slid it over his body. I knew that look; it was the one my friend, Chase, would give me in the hallways at school, the one that made me feel beautiful and disgusting at the same time.
    I didn’t g et this boy—or man, rather. The other night, was he not screaming for his soul mate? What is he doing looking at me like that?
    “Watch you r gaze, boy. I’ve been known to be lethal.”
    “No doubt that you have.” That gaze. It was drawing me closer. There was an unwavering urge deep inside of me that wanted to touch that scar on his chest, the one above his eye. I wanted to take the memory of the pain away. I wanted him to feel safe. For the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why.
    “Did you ever focus long enough for my father to explain to you that you died, a long time ago?”
    “Why would I need Jason to explain that to me? I was there.”
    I rolled my eyes at him. “You were out of it last time I saw you—did they tell you anything else?”
    The gravity of those gray eyes moved over me again. “Obviously, they didn’t tell you much about me.”
    “What I know is sad. I’m sorry for your loss.”
    “No loss has come to me.”
    Great. They neglected to tell him about Adonia.
    “Well, welcome back , I guess. I don’t know where anyone is right now. I can call my dad if you want.”
    He tilted his head. “Willow, you should know exactly where every single soul in your family is at all times…that is, if you are truly Jason’s child.”
    “You know, over the past few months I figured out that prediction s never really pan out the way we think they should. Whoever told you and my dad about me surely overstated a few traits.”
    He glanced over me once more. “I was the one that told Jason of his future , and I have a very limited imagination. I’m on point about you.”
    Now I was intrigued. “You’re precognitive?”
    “ Precognitive. That’s a fancy name.”
    “Are you?”
    He reached for where I knew that scar on his chest was. “No doubt.”
    I hadn’t fared well with precognitive souls…well, at least not in the manner that I would want to. Libby and Preston only told me vague paths to take. I’m too stubborn for vague. I need bluntness. I suppose I should test him out and see if perhaps he saw fit to be more forthcoming.
    “What about me? What did you tell my dad? What did you see?”
    “You really don’t know?” His tone was laced with apathy, which ticked me off. 
    “Didn’t I ask you?”
    “Beyond the exact time of your birth and your death—I told him I would die and come back to be your soul mate.”
    With that audacious remark , he winked, then stood and strolled to the bathroom.
    I stood awestruck for a second , then charged out of the room, determined to call my father and demand that he tell me everything about this dead man risen now residing in my guest room. But right as I went to pick up the phone, I froze. A little voice in my head started to taunt me. Maybe this wasn’t a bad thing. I mean, the soul mate thing—whatever—not going down that road with another boy, but the secrets he must know. I could totally exploit him for gain. That is, if I could get him to talk.
    I mean, one of the hardest things I have to deal with is this hidden cloak of secrecy that my family always seems to have. That unspoken rule that both Landen and I long ago decided not to unravel. Instead, we focused ourselves on saving Esterious. But…what if I had found a key? Someone who would tell me how or why all this started?
    My father le d me to believe that Esterious had predicted my birth. That Justus had died defending his soul mate. From