dripped from every syllable.
“So Tamhas told you I can read people?” Trulie knotted her hands back in her lap and pressed them tight against her stomach. The thought of trying to solve the murder filled her with gut-wrenching uneasiness. Had Granny known about all this when she had insisted on returning to this time? Had Granny really wanted to land in the middle of all this conflict? Trulie’s inner voice—the voice that always added commentary where Granny was concerned—snorted out a loud
What the hell do you think?
“Aye.” Gray’s terse one-word response spoke volumes. “He said ye had the sight,” Gray repeated.
Trulie took a deep breath and ignored the uncomfortable queasiness burning at the back of her throat. “Well. I think I need to explain it a bit more. I can read people and get a very accurate sense of what type of person they are, but I can’t always see everything in their minds.” Well. She really
could
see into peoples’ minds. But sorting through a person’s thoughts and memories always made her uneasy. She rarely used that particular gift. It drained her physically, and if she happened across someone’s more disturbing memories, the darkness haunted her for days. There were just some things she never wanted to know. “Uhm. I guess if you already have someone in mind, I could talk to them and see what I could find out. Do you have any idea who might have done it?”
Okay. She needed to stop babbling now. Trulie finger-walked a shaking hand to her glass and brought it to her lips. The cool springwater smoothed the stomach-clenching nervousness churning ever higher.
Breathe, Trulie Elizabeth.
Her oversensitive sense of self-preservation blared a loud and clear warning. Could Gray really be trusted? Was it safe to share the truth about her abilities—all her gifts? How many times had Granny told her keeping quiet about the Sinclair
talents
was key to the family’s survival?
“All I ask is that ye help find the one who set the fire. Help me find the one who bolted me mother’s doors and blocked the stairwell leading down from her private rooms. Help me find the cur who warned m’father of the danger to his woman. The bastard lured me sire there before the fire was set. I want the one who barred the tower entrance from the outside and trapped my parents inside that fiery hell. I want their neck between m’hands.”
The air in the room pulsated with Gray’s anger. His rage battered against Trulie’s senses like a barrage of missiles exploding on impact. Trulie closed her eyes and pressed her palms against her temples. Gray’s heartbreak and bleak sense of complete loss crashed in around her. Trulie flinched and shied away. Yes. Gray could be trusted. All he wanted was to avenge his family.
“Are ye unwell, lass? Should I send for yer grandmother?” Gray’s hands were warm against her shoulders. His aura surrounded her, then lowered to the floor. The man had to be on his knees.
Trulie pressed the back of her hand against her mouth. Here Gray was, racked by such pain, and yet he knelt at her feet out of concern for her. Trulie’s stomach somersaulted and her heart double-thumped a fluttering sigh. Her fingers shook as she smoothed them across her cheeks and blinked against the sting of unshed tears. With a sniff, she straightened in the chair and forced a smile.
He’s just being polite. Don’t read anything into it.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to break down like that. I’m fine. I’ll be…just fine.”
“Perhaps yer weariness has o’erly taxed ye.”
The vibrant blue aura rose as Gray stood and moved away. The warmth of Gray’s touch slid away from her shoulders, triggering an immediate shiver.
Come back,
all her senses cried out. Trulie rubbed her hands up and down her arms, shaking the feeling away.
Breathe. Just breathe.
“I shall have yer grandmother sent to ye.” Gray’s voice now came from behind her. He was back at the door.
The slow creaking hinges
“So Tamhas told you I can read people?” Trulie knotted her hands back in her lap and pressed them tight against her stomach. The thought of trying to solve the murder filled her with gut-wrenching uneasiness. Had Granny known about all this when she had insisted on returning to this time? Had Granny really wanted to land in the middle of all this conflict? Trulie’s inner voice—the voice that always added commentary where Granny was concerned—snorted out a loud
What the hell do you think?
“Aye.” Gray’s terse one-word response spoke volumes. “He said ye had the sight,” Gray repeated.
Trulie took a deep breath and ignored the uncomfortable queasiness burning at the back of her throat. “Well. I think I need to explain it a bit more. I can read people and get a very accurate sense of what type of person they are, but I can’t always see everything in their minds.” Well. She really
could
see into peoples’ minds. But sorting through a person’s thoughts and memories always made her uneasy. She rarely used that particular gift. It drained her physically, and if she happened across someone’s more disturbing memories, the darkness haunted her for days. There were just some things she never wanted to know. “Uhm. I guess if you already have someone in mind, I could talk to them and see what I could find out. Do you have any idea who might have done it?”
Okay. She needed to stop babbling now. Trulie finger-walked a shaking hand to her glass and brought it to her lips. The cool springwater smoothed the stomach-clenching nervousness churning ever higher.
Breathe, Trulie Elizabeth.
Her oversensitive sense of self-preservation blared a loud and clear warning. Could Gray really be trusted? Was it safe to share the truth about her abilities—all her gifts? How many times had Granny told her keeping quiet about the Sinclair
talents
was key to the family’s survival?
“All I ask is that ye help find the one who set the fire. Help me find the one who bolted me mother’s doors and blocked the stairwell leading down from her private rooms. Help me find the cur who warned m’father of the danger to his woman. The bastard lured me sire there before the fire was set. I want the one who barred the tower entrance from the outside and trapped my parents inside that fiery hell. I want their neck between m’hands.”
The air in the room pulsated with Gray’s anger. His rage battered against Trulie’s senses like a barrage of missiles exploding on impact. Trulie closed her eyes and pressed her palms against her temples. Gray’s heartbreak and bleak sense of complete loss crashed in around her. Trulie flinched and shied away. Yes. Gray could be trusted. All he wanted was to avenge his family.
“Are ye unwell, lass? Should I send for yer grandmother?” Gray’s hands were warm against her shoulders. His aura surrounded her, then lowered to the floor. The man had to be on his knees.
Trulie pressed the back of her hand against her mouth. Here Gray was, racked by such pain, and yet he knelt at her feet out of concern for her. Trulie’s stomach somersaulted and her heart double-thumped a fluttering sigh. Her fingers shook as she smoothed them across her cheeks and blinked against the sting of unshed tears. With a sniff, she straightened in the chair and forced a smile.
He’s just being polite. Don’t read anything into it.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to break down like that. I’m fine. I’ll be…just fine.”
“Perhaps yer weariness has o’erly taxed ye.”
The vibrant blue aura rose as Gray stood and moved away. The warmth of Gray’s touch slid away from her shoulders, triggering an immediate shiver.
Come back,
all her senses cried out. Trulie rubbed her hands up and down her arms, shaking the feeling away.
Breathe. Just breathe.
“I shall have yer grandmother sent to ye.” Gray’s voice now came from behind her. He was back at the door.
The slow creaking hinges
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