"Your eyes are blood red. I'm not sure why I knew that meant you must feed on it but somewhere in the back of my mind, I must have picked up that information."
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Or your parents knew it so it's passed down through that freaky thing you all can do with your minds?"
That freaky thing they could all do with their minds? Eden tried to keep her expression neutral. She didn't want to give away to him that she had no idea—none—what he talked about.
"Right, well, I'm done with this." She looked up at the ceiling. "I want to go back now. I'm done with this vision."
Sebastian raised his eyes to stare where she looked. "How's that going for you? Working?"
"I want to go back," she shouted. Her heart pounded hard. She couldn't be trapped. Everyone told her she could control her own powers. Someway she simply needed to figure out how to do it. This certainly seemed like a good time to gain that ability.
Her palms sweated and she wiped them on her pants leg. "I want to go home."
Sebastian advanced forward. "Which home, sweet Eden? The one where they beat you to try to remove the devil or the one where they basically put up with you like you're a child because you're too incompetent to be any help to anyone?"
Eden wasn't sure how he knew about any of that and she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of letting him know just how much both of those things hurt her. One of them left marks on her body and the other was starting to scar her soul. Even though in the case of the latter, they had the best intentions.
"I want to go home." She closed her eyes. Someway, somehow she could do this. She could make her vision do what she wanted it to do.
"Not working, is it?" Sebastian grinned.
Eden flung open her eyes. Looking to her left, Kal, Leonardo, and Jason still hovered over the future Gabriel, knocked out on the couch. In real life, they'd be helping her. She knew that. The women had all known she was in trouble and they'd reached out to help her. How had that happened?
She bit down on her lip. Her mind was in the living room, talking to the demon, and witnessing Gabriel's injury but her body still remained in the shower where she had been before being overtaken with the vision. Somehow, she needed to get her body to send out an SOS to the Outsiders in her own time.
That had to be possible. Then Marina could bring her back…
"Here's the problem, sweet Eden." That was the third time he'd called her that. Each occurrence made her want to gag. "You don't have a soul mate. I killed him when he was a child."
Eden's eyes got huge. The demon was wrong. She'd spoken to her soul mate. Well, he'd spoken to her, in her own mind. She'd never seen him. But he couldn't be communicating with her if he was dead. There was no doubt—he wasn't around but he wasn't gone from the earth.
"So you can want to go home as much as you want. But you aren't Dorothy in Oz. You don't have ruby slippers. You're never going home. You're dying here with me because you don't have an anchor, which means you are about as useful to the Outsiders as a rat."
No, Eden. You're not useless . You're incredibly powerful .
She jolted. That was him. Her soul mate. The one the demon thought was dead.
I'm not dead . She smiled, which made the demon look at her cross-eyed. Brace yourself, darling .
The room exploded with white light, so bright Eden couldn't see. Her ears rang as she was thrown backward onto the floor. Her head spun. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the demon screaming as he gripped his head. The room spun and seconds later she was back in her body, hot water pounding on her back.
Chapter Two
Samuel Quinn lit up another cigarette and tried to dodge the raindrops hitting his head as he ran through the streets of Portland. He knew smoking was a dirty, disgusting habit but the nicotine helped to slow the decay process of whatever temporary face he wore. Right now, in the middle of the street—even at five in the
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Or your parents knew it so it's passed down through that freaky thing you all can do with your minds?"
That freaky thing they could all do with their minds? Eden tried to keep her expression neutral. She didn't want to give away to him that she had no idea—none—what he talked about.
"Right, well, I'm done with this." She looked up at the ceiling. "I want to go back now. I'm done with this vision."
Sebastian raised his eyes to stare where she looked. "How's that going for you? Working?"
"I want to go back," she shouted. Her heart pounded hard. She couldn't be trapped. Everyone told her she could control her own powers. Someway she simply needed to figure out how to do it. This certainly seemed like a good time to gain that ability.
Her palms sweated and she wiped them on her pants leg. "I want to go home."
Sebastian advanced forward. "Which home, sweet Eden? The one where they beat you to try to remove the devil or the one where they basically put up with you like you're a child because you're too incompetent to be any help to anyone?"
Eden wasn't sure how he knew about any of that and she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of letting him know just how much both of those things hurt her. One of them left marks on her body and the other was starting to scar her soul. Even though in the case of the latter, they had the best intentions.
"I want to go home." She closed her eyes. Someway, somehow she could do this. She could make her vision do what she wanted it to do.
"Not working, is it?" Sebastian grinned.
Eden flung open her eyes. Looking to her left, Kal, Leonardo, and Jason still hovered over the future Gabriel, knocked out on the couch. In real life, they'd be helping her. She knew that. The women had all known she was in trouble and they'd reached out to help her. How had that happened?
She bit down on her lip. Her mind was in the living room, talking to the demon, and witnessing Gabriel's injury but her body still remained in the shower where she had been before being overtaken with the vision. Somehow, she needed to get her body to send out an SOS to the Outsiders in her own time.
That had to be possible. Then Marina could bring her back…
"Here's the problem, sweet Eden." That was the third time he'd called her that. Each occurrence made her want to gag. "You don't have a soul mate. I killed him when he was a child."
Eden's eyes got huge. The demon was wrong. She'd spoken to her soul mate. Well, he'd spoken to her, in her own mind. She'd never seen him. But he couldn't be communicating with her if he was dead. There was no doubt—he wasn't around but he wasn't gone from the earth.
"So you can want to go home as much as you want. But you aren't Dorothy in Oz. You don't have ruby slippers. You're never going home. You're dying here with me because you don't have an anchor, which means you are about as useful to the Outsiders as a rat."
No, Eden. You're not useless . You're incredibly powerful .
She jolted. That was him. Her soul mate. The one the demon thought was dead.
I'm not dead . She smiled, which made the demon look at her cross-eyed. Brace yourself, darling .
The room exploded with white light, so bright Eden couldn't see. Her ears rang as she was thrown backward onto the floor. Her head spun. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the demon screaming as he gripped his head. The room spun and seconds later she was back in her body, hot water pounding on her back.
Chapter Two
Samuel Quinn lit up another cigarette and tried to dodge the raindrops hitting his head as he ran through the streets of Portland. He knew smoking was a dirty, disgusting habit but the nicotine helped to slow the decay process of whatever temporary face he wore. Right now, in the middle of the street—even at five in the
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