You've Got Tail by Renee George Page A

tear into me.
    The bite came, the teeth digging into the flesh of my shoulder. Searing pain ripped through me.
    I screamed again, and didn’t stop until the vision ended and I was back in the bedroom, Babel shaking me as he shouted my name.
    â€œStop. I’m okay. I’m fine.” I was panting, breathless with fear. I was anything but fine. When he released my shoulders, I could feel the tears burning my eyes. I brought my hands up to cover them. “Oh, God. It was horrible.”
    â€œSunny, what happened?”
    â€œI don’t know why. I don’t know when,” I managed through the shock. “But I’m going to be attacked soon.”

Chapter 6
    â€œL et me get this straight,” Babel said for the sixth time. “You think you’re psychic?”
    â€œI don’t think I’m anything.” I was beginning to feel a little bit like Bruce Banner. He was making me angry, and he wasn’t going to like it if I got angry. “I know I’m a psychic.”
    He made a “pah” noise. (Irritating.) Then shook his head. “Prove it.”
    If it were possible at the moment, I would have turned green and started busting muscles out everywhere. “What about your clothes? How did I know that your clothes were in the walk-in freezer?”
    â€œYou could have stumbled on them when you were looking around.”
    â€œOkay, I didn’t want to go here, but I know that skank Sheila made those scratch marks down your back.” Which, come to think, were remarkably healed for just one day.
    He had the good sense to look embarrassed. “Lucky guess?”
    Hands on my hips, I harrumphed. “Fine! How about the fact that she cold-cocked you with a bottle of cheap whiskey after you finished doing the nasty!”
    His eyes widened than narrowed. “You talked to Sheila. Easy explanation.”
    I blamed Babel completely for what came next. He’d left me no choice. “I saw your brother…You were much younger.”
    Babel sat down on the bed, eyeing me wearily, the rawness of his pain nearly forcing me to stop. But I had to make him believe.
    â€œHe didn’t want to…integrate.”
    Babel’s so-serious face grew hard. He grabbed my arms and pulled me close. He stared accusingly. “What do you know of integrating?”
    â€œNothing.” I consciously slowed down my breathing to belie the panic. “I only know what I see. He said something to you. Something about being what you are.”
    â€œStop, please, stop.” Babel could no longer look at me. “How? How can you know this?”
    â€œI’m sorry. I didn’t mean to see your past. I can’t control the visions. If I could, I’d use them to find Chav. But they don’t work like that. They take me back and they take me forward, but they don’t always make sense, and I can’t see things just because I want to. This curse of mine…I feel fucking useless. Chav knew. She understood and helped me. I wish I could control it, but I can’t. But the important thing is that my visions are always true. That’s why I know I’m going to be attacked by an animal. Right out in front of the diner.”
    Babel stood suddenly and grabbed my arms, his expression fierce as he kissed me. “It’ll be dark soon, Sunny. Lock your doors. Double-check your windows. Don’t go outside. Whatever you do. Don’t. Go. Outside.”
    I think I’d seen this scene in a horror movie. It was the one that occurred right before the hapless female who, moments after having sex, is hacked into tiny pieces of gore.
    â€œI have to go now.” He kissed my cheek, tenderly, carefully. “Be safe.”
    Before I could ask him what the hell was going on in this town, he took off out of the apartment.
    â€œGreat.” I sighed. “I’m going to be attacked by a vicious animal and he leaves me alone.”
    I sighed again, but