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“Turn around,” he whispered.
I hesitated but did as he asked. His eyes were on the floor, but his expression danced between pain, fear, and then finally it settled on anger. “All this time, and that’s what you saw?”
A sob broke in my chest. “I’m sorry.”
“Stop saying that.” He shook his head and pinched his nose. “How could you be so stupid?”
“What?”
“There is a literal shapeshifter running around killing people in New Orleans. It really never crossed your mind that maybe it’s her in the vision? That maybe she’s planning to kill me with your face, since she failed to kill me with the gun?”
“Every time I see it, it feels real, Jack. It feels like me. I don’t just watch it happen. I’m the one doing it,” I said.
“We’ve already proven your visions aren’t as straightforward as we thought. You weren’t the one that killed Nadia. Hell, you touched the shifter and had a fake vision of Ingrid. Maybe this shifter is messing with your head. Driving us apart on purpose.Maybe that’s why your vision hasn’t changed.”
“You don’t understand. I felt it! I felt my hands around your neck.”
After that first touch, I’d wondered for a fleeting moment if it could be the shifter killing him in my vision, but after Nadia, it didn’t seem possible. I’d witnessed her death as a third-party spectator. My vision of Jackson had always been through the eyes of his killer. But the shifterdidhave powers unnatural to their breed, maybe theyweremessing with my mind.
I swallowed a round lump in my throat. “On some levels, it makes sense. When you were bleeding out on the sidewalk, the vision never changed, but you did die. Your heart stopped twice on the operating table. My vision should have shown me those moments, but it didn’t.”
“I’m so mad at you right now.” His eyes flashed yellow. “But so relieved at the same time. I thought you saw something real. I thought…I don’t know what I thought. But this? This is just ridiculous.”
“We don’t know that the visionis wrong. I would like to think it is but—”
He grabbed me by the chin and forced me to look at him. “Do you want me dead? Do youwantto kill me?”
“Of course not!” I jerked my chin out of his grasp. “How could you ask me that?”
“You’re the one who believed it.”
“I…” My insides were a wreck. I wanted to laugh, cry, scream, anything. I’d spent so long without hope, and there it was: my vision was wrong. A fake. I slid my arms around his waist and laid my head against his chest. Of course it couldn’t be real. I didn’t want him dead. Why would I kill him? “I am an idiot.”
“Yes.” He wrapped his arms around me like a cage. “Yes, you are, and I am still mad at you. But I love you and that’s what matters.”
“Jack, I’m—”
He put his fingers to my lips. “Enough. No more apologies. No more secrets. Right now, I’m starving, and it smells like dinner is done. So, we’re going downstairs to see what Myra and your cousin have been up to all day.”
“Kiss me first.” It was such a sudden and all-consuming desire. I couldn't deny it.
His lower lip trembled. “Are you sure?”
“I can take it.”
His lips brushed over mine once, twice, and then pressed into me, opening my mouth. Our tongues danced, and my knees wobbled. His arms tightened and he walked me backwards until my shoulders touched the wall. My fingers clawed at his shirt, and I felt the vision surfacing.
It’s not real. It’s not real. It’s not real.I chanted as the vision tried to break my concentration. The magic faded into a low buzz at the back of my mind, and Jackson’s hands lipped beneath my shirt.
His fingers found my breasts, and I gasped against his lips as he unlatched the hook between them. He pushed my shirt up, and his warm palms swept over my nipples, making my toes curl.
“Jack, I—" I wasn’t sure how that sentence was meant to end. I what? I think we should stop? I need you? Both were true, but I didn’t have the strength to deny him, or that dark desire roaring inside my veins.
He met my eyes, and then he kissed me harder, trailing his mouth over my chin, down my neck. His teeth grazed my throat, and he pinched my nipples between his knuckles.
I gasped into his mouth, and he groaned, pressing his growing erection into my hips. “I’ve missed you so fucking—"
The bedroom door flew open, and we sprang apart just as Shado walked into the room. She smiled from ear to ear at our red faces and pointed a thumb at the door. “Dinner time.”
