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“Just now?”
She nodded. “And the night before. And the night before that. I dreamed you were going to walk away from what you needed to do.”
Gunner inhaled deeply and frowned at the trailer Bash shared with his mate, Emerson. “I should’ve left. I meant to, but I just got stuck.”
Lucia gave him a slow smile that he didn’t understand. “Do you know I’ve seen what happens to you?” she asked. Chills, chills, chills. She sauntered a few steps closer. “You’re going to be okay.”
He laughed. He couldn’t help himself. “You don’t know me at all then.”
“I know you better than you think.”
“Everyone hates me.”
“Everyone, who?”
“The Warlanders.”
“They’re disappointed. They’re sad. They’re angry. If they hated you, they would think nothing of you.” She twitched her chin toward Bash’s single-wide trailer in Boarland Mobile Park. “You’re going to open a door that changes things. Or…” She arched a dark eyebrow. “You’re going to ignore your destiny and walk away, like you do in my dreams.”
Gunner cracked his knuckles. “If it happens in your vision, why should I fight what’s going to happen?”
“Because that’s what you’re good at. Fighting everything.”
“Why did you let me out of that cage?” he asked. He’d wondered that since the night he’d set the Warlander’s mobile homes on fire. Lucia had come to the cage he’d been drawn into, and she had opened it and set him free.
Lucia smiled. “Because I’ve seen what you can do.”
“Destroy?”
“Yes,” she murmured. “But there are two kinds of destruction. Destruction for bad, and destruction for good. Prove me right, Gunner. Prove that my faith in you isn’t wasted.”
Gunner dropped his gaze to the grass at his feet. He had to. He didn’t want Lucia to see the emotion in his gaze. She was perhaps the only person who believed in him like that, but didn’t she see? Didn’t she understand? His destiny was to destroy for bad.
“Ask him,” Lucia said as she walked back into the shadows of the woods. With her back to him, she said, “If you don’t try, then how will you ever know what you are capable of?”
Gunner dug in his pocket and held up the tracker to ask if she had seen it in her visions, but Lucia had disappeared into the trees as if she had never existed at all. He was alone in the clearing, holding up the tracker.
“What is that?” a deep, sleep-filled voice asked from behind him.
Startled, Gunner spun and crouched, a snarl in his throat.
Sebastian Kane stood on the porch of his single-wide trailer—tall, strong, dark-haired, glowing green eyes reflecting like an animal’s in the dim light of his porch.
Gunner slowly stood and stifled the snarl in his chest. Bash had never meant anyone any harm. “It’s a tracker, I think.”
“Mmm. Come on inside. Something needs to be seen.”
“Something needs to be seen?” he asked, confused on how he’d worded it.
“Yes. By you.”
Bash turned and disappeared inside. The click of the closing screen door sounded loud out here in the dark before dawn.
Gunner took the stairs and entered slowly. Smelled like dominant grizzly in here. Sometimes his animal posted up in small spaces, but this morning he seemed to be quiet and contained.
Bash was standing in the kitchen with his back to Gunner. “Don’t want to fight you.”
“I’m not fighting.”
