The fire alarm screeched overhead.
I’d barely had time to process the visual when he started shouting again
“Open the damn door!”
I bolted for the front door and hauled it open, then moved on to the windows.
Immediately, the smoke began to dissipate.
Blinking away the last of my confusion, I headed into the kitchen and grabbed the broom, using it to hit the reset button on the smoke alarm.
The house fell silent once again.
When I turned around again, Asher was at the fireplace, one hand holding up his towel, the other messing with the damper on the chimney.
“What happened?” he demanded.
When I didn’t respond, he crossed the room and grabbed my shoulders, peering into my eyes. Despite the frustration in his voice, his face was pinched with worry.
“Gray,” he said, softer this time. “You looked like you were about to dive right into that fire.”
I looked at my hands. They were trembling, and it wasn’t because of the smoke.
“I saw her,” I whispered.
Asher ducked down to meet my gaze. “Who?”
“Reva Monroe.”
Three
GRAY
Asher handed me a glass of water, his eyes boring into me like a dad scolding an errant kid. “So now that we can breathe again, you wanna tell me what I walked in on?”
I dropped onto the sofa and took the glass, holding his gaze as I gulped down the water. He’d managed to put on a pair of sweats, but he was still shirtless, his wet hair dripping into his eyes.
“Gray?” he pressed. “Whatwasthat shit?”
“I’m pretty sure I was scrying.” I set down the glass and grabbed my book of shadows, flipping through to the section I’d kept on divination techniques. “Calla used to do it with candle flame and mirrors. I took lots of notes, but I never quite got the hang of it.”
He took the seat next to me and leaned in close, inspecting the sketches I’d made of Calla’s setup.
“Maybe because you’re using a roaring fire to do the job of a tea light?”
I braced myself for a lecture, if for no other reason than Asher’s incessant need to pester me. But instead, he draped his arm over the back of the couch behind me, totally calm. Borderline comforting.
“Tell me exactly what you saw.”
I closed my eyes, reaching for the parts of the vision that still lingered.
“There were at least a dozen witches. They were trapped in some kind of prison.”
“Did you see the hunter?”
“No, but it’s his doing. I canfeelit.” I let the images flicker through my mind, trying to take in every single detail, searching for clues about their exact location. “Reva, the one I connected with? She’s the youngest Bay Coven witch. Norah took her in a while back, but as far as I know, the two of them left town last week. Norah told Haley she wanted to go somewhere safe.” I shook my head. “If what I saw was real, they either didn’t make it out—”
“Or Norah lied, and handed her over to the hunter.” Asher blew out a breath. “Were you and the kid close?”
