with this investigation—I’m going to have to know what it was like. You have to tell me what happened to you while he possessed you.”
The pain in Abe’s chest intensified. If he hadn’t known it was impossible for him to have a heart attack, he could swear he was dying from a myocardial infarction. “I don’t know how to explain it. I was there. I could see, hear, and feel everything, yet I couldn’t control my body. I screamed the entire time for him to stop, but I think it just spurred him on.”
Becca wiped a tear from Abe’s cheek.
“Right before he left me, he looked in the mirror and talked right to me. He heard everything I had said. He knew every thought I had ever had. He brought forth memories of things only you and I knew. I couldn’t keep anything from him, and he relished in the fact that when he went back to his own body, he would know yours as well as I did. That gave me the strength to get you away from him.”
Becca sobbed louder than she intended, and Abe pulled her into his arms. “I’m sorry I pushed you away. I was so terrified. The only place I knew I would be safe was with Nathaniel.”
Abe pulled back to look her in the eye. “That’s where you went?”
She nodded with a sniffle, thinking of all the magic spells protecting Nathaniel’s home. “His house can keep anything away.”
“Nathaniel doesn’t have a very good track record of keeping you safe, either.” Abe was racked with concern. He knew Nathaniel would walk through fire for her, but her so-called brother had his own faults when his protection turned into tragedy.
“Rome was a long time ago. You know how close the two of us have always been. His house is fortified against evil. Kind of wish I was there right now.”
“One thing at a time. We find Ian. If after that we can’t find Gideon, I will take you to New York myself.”
“You’re going to do this, aren’t you?” Becca looked deep into his glistening blue eyes.
Abe leaned in, pressed his forehead against hers, and whispered, “I’m going to do this . . . for you. I love you, Rebecca.”
She gave a shuddering sob. “I love you, too.” She brought her fingers to the back of his neck and ran them through his hair. She pressed her lips to his in anything but a chaste way. While the feel of her tongue against his swept away his doubts, the way her breath mingled with his brought about the thrill their love always held. The years of pain and anguish disappeared for that one solitary moment when they became Becca and Abe again.
The moment passed and Becca slowly retreated, leaving one last soft kiss on his lips. “I don’t know what’s going to happen, and I can’t tell you that we will be together again someday. Just know that a part of me will always belong to you.”
“And I to you.” Abe cupped her cheek and released a long breath. “Only to you.”
On any given day, it wasn’t unusual to find twelve-year-old Markus Southway up a tree. No one in the neighborhood paid much attention to him as he scaled birches, elms, and hawthorns. Even on that rainy January day with a pair of binoculars pointing straight at Leatherby Manor, not a soul bothered him.
Gideon lucked out when he spied the young lad. He did not possess children as a rule, but in this case, he’d made an exception. The lad was easily lured over to the tailgate of his SUV. Gideon sat down in the back before taking over Markus’s body. All he had to do once inside the lad was lift the legs and shut the tailgate to hide the form that had once solely belonged to Ian Holt.
Up in the elm sitting on the Leatherby property, Gideon saw through a second story window what he had longed for—a glimpse of his Rebecca. The problem was, she wasn’t alone. He felt his pulse race through his veins as Abe held and kissed what Gideon knew to be his. The original plan was no longer an option. It was time to speed up Ian Holt’s return to society.
Gideon scurried down the tree