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by his statement, Zac laid his head back against his seat and closed his eyes, settling in for a nap and effectively tuning her out.
    Sarai watched him for a moment, before she too pulled her gaze away. After a long time, she murmured, “Me too.”
    She’d once been full of laughter and happy chatter herself. Being a Seer, particularly in the Carstairs Dare, had sucked any trace of humor, or pleasure in life, right out of her.
    Sarai was just about to turn her eyes away from Zac when something outside in the woods caught her attention. She bolted upright, whipping around to try to see it again, but there was nothing there. Sarai searched the woods for a sign of anything else, waiting for a vision to hit, a warning of some kind. Still, nothing.
    “What’s wrong?” Zac asked. So he wasn’t asleep.
    “Nothing,” she mumbled.
    “That was not nothing.”
    Sarai sighed as she sat back. “I thought…I thought I saw Kyle Carstairs.”
    Zac’s body seemed to freeze. She wasn’t sure how she could tell, since he actually didn’t move at all, but she could.
    Without another word, Zac pulled out his cell phone and made a quick call. In seconds one of the cars traveling with them pulled away, turning to go back.
    “You didn’t have to do that.” Embarrassment stung. “Sometimes I think I see him watching me, but he’s not really there.”
    Zac watched her for a long, tense moment. “Often?”
    Sarai shrugged.
    “Is he ever actually there?”
    Now she bit her lip. “When I was still with the Carstairs Dare, sometimes. Yes. Not since.”
    He gave her a brusque nod. “Then it’s still worth checking out.”
    Sarai pushed away the warmth stealing through her at the notion of feeling protected. The sensation was insidious—and potentially addictive.
    One she couldn’t afford.
    Not with this man.

CHAPTER 6
    Zac watched with a certain amount of envy as Sarai stood up in the aisle of the plane and stretched. His muscles had started to protest somewhere over Ohio, but there was no point to his trying to work out the kinks now, since he wouldn’t be able to stand to his full height. He’d just have to wait to get off the plane before he could work out the kinks of being cramped up so long.
    From the compound, they’d driven a few hours to the nearest large city of Helena, Montana, where they’d caught a flight east. After a layover in Chicago, they’d finally arrived at Newark Airport. The full day of travel had been long, to say the least.
    For the hundredth time in just a few hours, he wondered what the hell had gotten into him. Sharing all that stuff with Sarai in the car. Best he could figure, she’d tapped into something when she’d mentioned his parents. It had been a long time since he’d remembered the good times they’d all had together before they’d been killed. Mostly he just thought of their deaths if he allowed himself to think of them at all.
    Funny that only twenty minutes in the presence of the Seer, and he’d been spilling his guts like a wuss. He hadn’t done that with the other Seer he knew though. Damn. He’d known Sarai would be trouble. The woman practically had the word tattooed across her forehead in neon. He’d only taken her on for Andie’s sake. At least, that’s what he told himself.
    Sarai reached up to get her bag out of the overhead compartment. As she did, her white blouse inched up, showing a swath of pale, toned skin above the band of her navy skirt. Zac looked away, focusing on the faded blue cloth covering the seat back in front of him, although the image of her cute little belly button wouldn’t leave him alone now. It joined the image of her smooth legs, which she’d crossed and uncrossed throughout the flight. All of that, along with the subtle but seductive scent of vanilla that seemed to cling to her skin, filling his lungs with each inhalation, had Zac even more uncomfortable than cramped muscles would dictate.
    Shifting slightly, he willed his body to stop