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me.”
    “Give me your hand,
I’ll show you.” She said simply.
    He just stared at her.
She held out her hand to him, waiting.
    “I won’t hurt you.”
She said. “I need to show you, so you understand.”
    “What are you going to
do?”
    “I can’t explain it.
You need to see for yourself.” She sighed. “Look, I get that you don’t trust
me. I don’t exactly trust you either. But if we are going to make this work,
you have to understand who I am. What I am.”
    He took her hand and
they both gasped at the contact. Electricity cracked in the air right before
their hands connected and it traveled through them both. The warmth of his hand
sizzled through her blood and she breathed in his scent. Her head began to
swim. “Let me show you.” She whispered.
    “How?” He breathed,
his heart thudding in his chest, finally back to a normal rhythm.
    “Relax breath. Blank
your mind out. Just…let go.” She waited until she could feel his heart beat in
her hand and he totally relaxed. Gently, she let the energy inside her build
until it swirled out from her hand and into him. He shivered violently, and
suddenly, his mind was open to her.
     Images swarmed her
mind until one rushed forward to the front of his mind. It was a memory of a
time when he was a child. Playing on the floor with his siblings, rough housing
like boys do.
    They had rolled into a
side table and broken an expensive vase that had been a gift. Scared, he had
hidden his brother and waited. A man came into the room, screaming and began to
be beat the boy until he was bloody.
    She could feel the
pain of each blow, the dizzying sensation of nausea at being kicked, the
metallic taste of hot blood in his mouth…until blessed darkness took over.
    Shocked, he pulled his
hand away from her, visibly shaken by the buried memory. He rubbed his hand, as
if her touch burned. Her eyes were glassy, unfocused as she stared at him,
tears in her eyes.
    “What are you?” He
gasped.
    “I don’t fully
understand how I do what I do. Why I can…see things. My sisters and I each
carry different abilities. Mine are of the mind.”
    “Sisters?” He gasped.  
    “My sisters and I are
different. Yes.” She put her hand down.
    “How many of you are
there?” He asked.
    “I have three sisters.
That I know of. Each of us was born in secret. Our parents were killed,
murdered. But not before each of us was adopted out. One of my sisters is in
Europe, the other in Africa. My sister from Asia was taken and lost to us.”
    “Lost?” He asked his
brow furrowing.
    “We are…connected.
Each of us can feel the other. None of my sisters can feel her. She is dead. We
agreed that the others would be safer if they came here. We figured we would be
stronger together, than apart.”
    “Safety in numbers.”
He said. “Common sense.”
    “My sister from Africa
isn’t here yet. She’s having trouble crossing the appropriate boarders to get
here. I have since warned her not to come. But my sister in France. She was
hunted down, and taken at the airport as soon as her plane landed. We think by
the man who killed our Asian sister hired Vaughn Cromwell, to hunt her, and
me.”
    “What you are
saying…you know what it means, don’t you?” He gritted his teeth.
    “War will break out.”
She said simply. “That is why I had to get here, first. Before anyone else
could find me. Before war breaks out. I need your protection, but more than
that, I need your help to rescue my sister.”
    “What makes you think
that I would risk my people to help you?” He asked.
    “Because…” She
hesitated. “If you help me, I will submit myself to you, as your mate. With
that, comes all the power that is within me, to help you lead your people. ”
    He just stared at her,
too shocked to close his gaping mouth. Suddenly, he stood and shoved the chair
back forcefully enough to skid across the room and crack when it hit the wall.
Without a word he stormed out and slammed the door of the