The Final Omen: Second Sight Book Four by Heather Topham Wood

sound of his strong heart, it would dissolve the terror.
    The vision brought back too many emotions she’d tried to repress. The woman being attacked in her car forced Kate’s own fears to the surface. “It was horrible. A woman was in a parking garage and someone grabbed her from the backseat once she got into her car. She struggled as he put a gag on her. I think there was something on the fabric…maybe a type of chloroform.”
    “Who was it? If you’re seeing a vision then it means she’s still alive.”
    “I don’t know,” she hissed.
    Jared’s eyes widened with surprise. “What do you mean?”
    “I have no idea. This has never happened before. Not since Matt Spencer,” she said in a ragged whisper.
    When she got inside a person’s head, she needed a visual image first. Although she could end up in someone’s head she didn’t intend to, like her mailman, she still knew the person. The only time she had a vision of a complete stranger was her first; of Matt Spencer’s abduction.
    “If the person is missing, then they’ll be listed in the National Missing and Unidentified Persons System. Give me as much information as you can, along with a sketch, and we’ll figure out how to help this woman.”
    There were a million reasons she fell in love with Jared Corbett, but one of them was her admiration for his rational side. He could remain levelheaded and handle a crisis without breaking a sweat.
    “It sounds terrifying to relive the vision, but you’re safe here, Kate.” Jared continued to comfort her. “I know it’s hard, but try to keep your emotions out of it as you think back over every detail. Anything that could help identify who she is and where she was taken can help get her home.”
    It would be much easier to curl into a little ball and hide under the covers. But Jared was right. She had to be strong, especially when a woman’s life was in danger. Kate admitted, “Jared, I didn’t know her, but there was something familiar about her. What if I saw her before? What if she was a woman I passed on the street?”
    “I suppose it’s possible. We can only guess how your gift works, and we’ll have to accept it’s going to be unpredictable. Maybe we should throw our assumptions out the window and believe someone else out there is deciding what you see.” Jared kissed the top of her head.
    His words were giving her clarity. She’d been a control freak since she became psychic. It clawed at her insides to know someone could be pulling her strings and dictating whose head she would see into. But maybe whoever was sending her the premonitions had her best interests at heart. She was scared of fate and it had held her back in so many ways. It was time for her to let go completely.
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    The next day, Kate was unsurprised to wake up and find Declan sprawled out on the living room couch. He paused his Xbox game and squinted at her with curiosity. She stretched lazily before settling into the cushions next to him. She lifted her fuzzy slippers onto the couch and relaxed into the cushions. She had knots from lack of sleep the night before.
    She held back a chuckle as she noted Declan’s prop glasses were no longer on his face. “Jared called you?”
    “Yes, bright and early. Asked if I could hang here until he gets home from work.”
    “I don’t need you to babysit me. Jared did have an alarm put in, and I do have the combination to the gun safe.”
    “An alarm didn’t help last time around; and although you have a gun, it’s not useful if you’ve never shot one before.” He rotated his body to face her. “I was thinking though, if I’m going to spend so much time here, I should have my own room.”
    “Jared likes you, but I think he draws the line at you living with us.”
    Declan brushed at a piece of lint on his black tank top. “He trusts me too much and it’s messing with my head and hurting my game. Shouldn’t he be worried I’ll end up hooking up with you again?”
    Kate shook