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Authors: Angie Martin
her mind. Euphoria overcame him as he tasted what it would be
like when they were finally together.
Then the other man strolled out after her and engaged her in
conversation. Emily shoved David from her mind to talk to the man. David had
not seen him before, but his presence infuriated him. How dare this stranger
talk to Emily, approaching her at a party like a slab of meat hanging from a
butcher’s storefront?
Emily would never buy into his charade. She was much more intelligent
than that and she deserved the utmost respect. Once they were together, David
would treat her better than anyone ever could, always remaining in awe of her strong
psychic abilities and subtle beauty.
David tried to read the man, but as he discovered in his
early years, his abilities did not work well on males. Through his years of
research, David learned it was not uncommon to have gender-biased abilities. Men
and women seemed to project on different psychic frequencies, and most psychics
were only able to pick up on one frequency or the other. David could only use
his abilities on women.
The man continued speaking to Emily and undermined David’s
psychic journey into her mind. Emily would refuse the man. She had to know that
something greater awaited her if she could be patient just a little longer. David
had no reason to think she wouldn’t wait for him to finish breaking through. After
all, she had sensed David tonight and readily accepted him into her mind.
As David watched through the binoculars, Emily turned her
head so he could better see her face. Her look of rebuke toward the other man thrilled
David. This man didn’t concern him. She knew better than to waste her time on
some random man. They were now connected and only death could break their bond.
Despite the growing connection, their bond needed to be
strengthened for her to come to him. Jillian Waters would take their connection
to a greater level and bring him one step closer to Emily. It was time for Jillian
to make her sacrifice.
Chapter Seven
Emily woke with a slight wine
hangover the next morning. Her alarm agitated the headache that started drilling
into her temples before she woke. With her eyes still closed, she slapped
around for the snooze button and silenced the loud buzzing. She rolled over several
times in her bed to find a comfortable, sleep-inducing position, but sleep eluded
her.
Her phone beeped with a new text message. She snatched her
phone off the bedside table and climbed out of bed. The message from Cassie
stated that she had no morning appointments and would be in the office around one
o’clock. Emily tapped out a simple, Okay ,
as a text response.
As Emily headed into the bathroom for a shower, she thought Cassie’s
absence this morning would give her an opportunity to start her research on the
murders. She wanted to learn details about the victims using news articles,
rather than troubling Lionel and Shawn at the station, especially since they
would be busy with the autopsy. This afternoon, once she put together some facts
about the victims, she would attend Diane Murphy’s memorial service with Cassie.
It seemed like the worst time to sign an exclusive contract
with a client, and Cassie had an appointment this week with Keith at the Heartland
Insurance corporate office to review and negotiate terms. Although they would
only help the police for the next several days until the FBI arrived, they
needed all of their time and resources to work on the murders and their other
open cases before diving into ones for Heartland.
Though she agreed with Cassie on the need to hire an
investigator to work the cases Keith would throw their way, Emily stalled on
placing the actual ad, still concerned about the possibility of someone finding
out her secret. The words of Jake Hanley ran through her mind. He didn’t mean
to be condescending when he pointed out she was one of the silent types, but it
made her question why she kept her gifts locked up so
like when they were finally together.
Then the other man strolled out after her and engaged her in
conversation. Emily shoved David from her mind to talk to the man. David had
not seen him before, but his presence infuriated him. How dare this stranger
talk to Emily, approaching her at a party like a slab of meat hanging from a
butcher’s storefront?
Emily would never buy into his charade. She was much more intelligent
than that and she deserved the utmost respect. Once they were together, David
would treat her better than anyone ever could, always remaining in awe of her strong
psychic abilities and subtle beauty.
David tried to read the man, but as he discovered in his
early years, his abilities did not work well on males. Through his years of
research, David learned it was not uncommon to have gender-biased abilities. Men
and women seemed to project on different psychic frequencies, and most psychics
were only able to pick up on one frequency or the other. David could only use
his abilities on women.
The man continued speaking to Emily and undermined David’s
psychic journey into her mind. Emily would refuse the man. She had to know that
something greater awaited her if she could be patient just a little longer. David
had no reason to think she wouldn’t wait for him to finish breaking through. After
all, she had sensed David tonight and readily accepted him into her mind.
As David watched through the binoculars, Emily turned her
head so he could better see her face. Her look of rebuke toward the other man thrilled
David. This man didn’t concern him. She knew better than to waste her time on
some random man. They were now connected and only death could break their bond.
Despite the growing connection, their bond needed to be
strengthened for her to come to him. Jillian Waters would take their connection
to a greater level and bring him one step closer to Emily. It was time for Jillian
to make her sacrifice.
Chapter Seven
Emily woke with a slight wine
hangover the next morning. Her alarm agitated the headache that started drilling
into her temples before she woke. With her eyes still closed, she slapped
around for the snooze button and silenced the loud buzzing. She rolled over several
times in her bed to find a comfortable, sleep-inducing position, but sleep eluded
her.
Her phone beeped with a new text message. She snatched her
phone off the bedside table and climbed out of bed. The message from Cassie
stated that she had no morning appointments and would be in the office around one
o’clock. Emily tapped out a simple, Okay ,
as a text response.
As Emily headed into the bathroom for a shower, she thought Cassie’s
absence this morning would give her an opportunity to start her research on the
murders. She wanted to learn details about the victims using news articles,
rather than troubling Lionel and Shawn at the station, especially since they
would be busy with the autopsy. This afternoon, once she put together some facts
about the victims, she would attend Diane Murphy’s memorial service with Cassie.
It seemed like the worst time to sign an exclusive contract
with a client, and Cassie had an appointment this week with Keith at the Heartland
Insurance corporate office to review and negotiate terms. Although they would
only help the police for the next several days until the FBI arrived, they
needed all of their time and resources to work on the murders and their other
open cases before diving into ones for Heartland.
Though she agreed with Cassie on the need to hire an
investigator to work the cases Keith would throw their way, Emily stalled on
placing the actual ad, still concerned about the possibility of someone finding
out her secret. The words of Jake Hanley ran through her mind. He didn’t mean
to be condescending when he pointed out she was one of the silent types, but it
made her question why she kept her gifts locked up so