him a coffee, then crossed
to the table and slid into the seat opposite her. She held a hand up, motioning
him to be silent. He nodded and stretched his long legs out under the table,
taking the opportunity to study her.
Long dark hair framed an expressive, heart-shaped face. Her
fair skin betrayed her Celtic heritage, and a light sprinkling of freckles
covered her nose. Emerald-green eyes, surrounded by long dark lashes, stared
vacantly at the wall behind him.
“Are you sure?” She frowned. “Did you see who it was?”
Wolfe straightened and raised his eyebrow in silent query.
No point in politely pretending he was deaf.
Nikki ignored him and frowned at the table. After a few
seconds, her gaze snapped back to his face.
“Yes, he’s with me now.”
A pause.
“I don’t think that’s necessary.”
Another pause. Longer this time. “Are you sure? I’ll think
about it.”
Hearing one side of a conversation had definite drawbacks.
The waitress placed a mug on the table and filled it from
the carafe in her hand, giving him a friendly smile before retreating to the
counter.
“Okay, I’ll keep in touch. Say hi to Jack for me. Love you,
too.” Nikki terminated the call and held the phone out to Wolfe. “Thank you.”
Wolfe took the phone and slipped it into his pocket. “You’re
welcome. So how are Trina and Jack?”
“Fine.” Nikki eyed him warily. That cute little wrinkle had
returned to settle between her brows.
“And?” Wolfe really hoped she didn’t plan to make him work
this hard for every bit of information.
Nikki sighed and dropped her gaze to the table. She picked
up a paper napkin and toyed with it, folding the edges neatly in a mock fan. “And
she confirmed she asked you to come and warn me.”
Wolfe waited for her to elaborate.
Nikki continued to fold the napkin in precise patterns.
Wolfe reached over and covered her hands with one big one. “Did
she tell you what the danger was?”
He swore he felt a physical jolt pass through their joined
hands. Nikki’s gaze flew up to meet his. “It wasn’t clear.”
Wolfe waited patiently.
She ignored him and stared at the wall behind him, her brow
wrinkled. Shadows clouded her green eyes and she chewed her lower lip with
small white teeth.
“How well do you know my sister? She has visions. They
started shortly after our mother left, and sometimes they come true. In this
particular vision, there were creatures all around me. She couldn’t tell
exactly what they were, but I had no way to escape. They were hurting me,
taking turns attacking me. They wanted something from me. She’s not sure what.
Then a huge silver wolf jumped into the picture. It stood between me and the
creatures.”
Her gaze snapped back to his, her eyes questioning. “She
thinks the wolf represents you. Protecting me. That’s why she sent you.”
Wolfe held her gaze with his while he digested what she’d
said. Trina hadn’t told him about the vision, but he knew about her talent from
his conversations with Jack. Her visions, no matter how obscure, were always
true, so the danger to Nikki was real. The men at her home proved that; they’d
had the hard-edged look of professional soldiers.
The creatures Trina had seen in the vision could be
anything, from men to wizards to demonic creatures. The problem with visions
was that they were rarely clear. The fact she’d seen a wolf leap in to protect
Nikki intrigued him though. He’d heard a version of this vision all his life.
His grandfather had also suffered from flashes of
precognition. After a particularly intense vision when Wolfe was a toddler, he’d
been adamant that Wolfe had a part to play in the great circle of the universe.
His destiny, according to the vision, lay in changing the fate of the world by
saving a mythical being from the monstrous foes attacking it.
Wolfe studied Nikki with renewed interest. He’d always
assumed his grandfather’s vision was an enigma, the mythical beast an analogy
for