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Shaking her head, she said, “No.”
Rex had to drag his gaze away from her and turn his attention back to the Cochran mansion. He couldn’t tell if she was a tall tale teller, a mental case, or if some truth was buried in what she was saying. He felt it might be the latter, but he couldn’t say why. All the talk of stabbing and death and murderous intent was stretching his ability to believe her. “So, your aunt’s worried that your brother is coming after you and your family.”
“My half brother,” she clarified.
“And she sent you out to find her daughter, your cousin, because she’s worried about her.”
“Aunt Catherine thinks we’re safe at Siren Song but nowhere else. She’s a little bit of a control freak. Well, a lot of one.”
“But she let you leave the . . . fortress where your sisters and brothers are and head south.”
“She didn’t think she had much of a choice. She wanted me to find Elizabeth. And it’s just my sisters at Siren Song with Aunt Catherine—Isadora, Ophelia, Cassandra, and Lillibeth.” Ravinia shot him a look as if she didn’t think he’d been paying attention. “I told you my brothers were adopted out.”
“Except Nathaniel,” he reminded her.
“He wasn’t right somehow. He was a lot older than the other boys, and that was before they all really knew about the gifts.” She pushed some wayward strands of hair into her braid.
“Gifts?” Rex asked dubiously.
“You’re not going to believe me so I’m not going to tell you.” She let her braid fall and stared at him with those intense eyes again. “My turn for a question.”
“No, wait. You can’t stop there. You’re dying to tell me. What gifts?”
“Psychic gifts,” she said after a long moment.
Rex looked at her hard and laughed out loud. “You sure you’re not from LA?”
She let out a disgusted breath. “I know how it sounds, believe me. Next thing, you’ll want me to prove it to you.”
“Well, that would be the natural next step.”
“The thing is, my gift isn’t one you can really assess.”
Rex had to force himself not to goad her further. He’d heard a lot of stories in his business. Some pretty outlandish. But this one was right up there. “All right, I’ll bite. What’s your gift?”
“I can look into someone’s heart and know what kind of person they are, good or evil.”
The smile died on Rex’s lips as he remembered the heat he’d felt in his chest when her gaze had first landed on him. “And have you looked into mine?”
“Of course.” She nodded, holding his gaze.
“Did I pass?”
“I’m here, aren’t I?” she countered. “Ever read mythology, Mr. Kingston?”
“Rex. Call me Rex, and no, I can’t say that I have.”
“Well, you should. Anyway, in myth, Cassandra could predict the future, but she angered the gods and therefore was cursed. From then on, it didn’t matter that she could tell the future, the curse made it so no one would ever believe her. I have a sister named Cassandra. She used to be Margaret, but when my mother realized she had the gift of prophecy, she changed her name.”
“Your sister has the gift of prophecy?”
“Yep. Except we believe her.”
He shook his head, trying not to smile though it was a losing battle.
She, however, was dead serious. “How come you grew apart?”
“What?”
