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of three heavy gazes pressed down on Grayson, and he looked
    away. They were right, this was his decision, and he would bear
    responsibility for whatever he chose.
    His thoughts strayed to Katelyn as he'd seen her fighting off the Cunts in
    her shop.
    Her fiery red hair had billowed around her, and she hadn't cowered or
    screamed. She had somehow attacked the Cunts with some type of energy
    from a handheld weapon. The sound of her scream of rage when the Cunt's
    beam had sizzled against her chest reverberated through his memories,
    and he smiled. "My Seer is a warrior, even if she doesn't yet realize it. If we
    tell her up front, she will try to keep the control of the situation firmly in
    her own hands." He glanced up, and his smile turned grim. "I agree that we
    don't tell her until the time is right."
    3
    Misty fog drifted around Katelyn's ankles, even as she recognized the
    vision for what it was. Twenty-three years of experience made it almost
    impossible for her to mistake a vision for anything else.
    Yet, this one was more vivid than usual—less déjà vu and more current
    somehow. She couldn't pinpoint the differences, but she knew.
    The air was heavy with water and ripe with the scents of plants and earth.
    Katelyn couldn't see anything past the mist even though the sun warmed
    her and shined off the soft green grass under her bare toes. From the
    smells, this place reminded her of the beautiful, grassy meadow in her last
    vision.
    "Good morning, Katelyn."
    The deep bass rumble that made her name sound like an exotic delicacy
    startled her, and she turned toward the voice.
    Grayson emerged out of the mist, looking much as he had when she'd first
    seen him walk into her shop. A plain black T-shirt stretched over broad
    shoulders and down to a tapered waist.
    Tight jeans molded over muscular thighs before covering the tops of wellworn black cowboy boots.
    His dark hair gleamed with amber highlights in the sunlight. He'd pulled it
    back into a simple ponytail. It looked soft and satiny, and Katelyn's fingers
    literally itched to reach out and touch.
    Grayson's chiseled jaw and sensual lips would be enough to make him
    handsome, but those eyes the color of deep melted amethysts made him
    breathtaking.

    Unease skittered along Katelyn's spine as images of the battle inside her
    shop flooded back.
    Shit! Did that actually happen?
    It must've been another vision. Yet, it hadn't felt like a vision, but rather
    like something that had actually occurred. And why would she have a
    vision of something so bizarre when all her visions usually came true in
    some form?
    A sinking sensation churned deep inside her belly, and she concentrated,
    attempting to crystallize the images inside her mind's eye.
    Try as she might, she couldn't remember anything past the blue beam that
    had slammed into her chest like a sledgehammer. When the vivid memory
    of the searing pain made her wince, she knew she hadn't imagined the
    attack.
    Katelyn squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the memory. Somehow,
    when the sizzling beam had struck her, she had known if the beam hadn't
    stopped draining her energy, she would have died. She brought her hand
    to her chest, wincing again as she touched the sore spot left by the beam.
    "Am I dead?" Even in her vision, her voice sounded hoarse and unused.
    Grayson's deep chuckle vibrated through her. She longed to press her body
    flush against his and ask him to laugh or even speak so she could see what
    those wonderful, low rumbles would do to her in close proximity.
    "No. Far from dead, my beautiful Seer. Unconscious, or maybe even asleep
    but not dead." He stepped close, and Katelyn's breath caught in her throat.
    Heat and energy pulsed between them, and every coherent thought fled
    from her mind as she gave herself up to this vision.

    "I'm glad you are all right. I have come to help you heal—to help heal us
    both, actually." Grayson captured a strand of her hair and rubbed it
    between his thumb and