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could taste smoke and blood. For once, I didn’t pass out, and I really, truly regretted that since I was being roasted alive.
    Two hands touched my face, and the vision ended, leaving me sucking in air and blinking. There was blood in my eyelashes, and whoever had grabbed me still had hold, my feet not touching the ground. Logan and Dane were in front of me. Both were touching my cheeks, and anxiously checking my eyes.
    My hair looked wet, and my clothing felt soggy. I was up just high enough to be looking slightly down at the guys. Damian was frantically dabbing at my hand, and I noticed that my skin was pink and blistered. It didn’t hurt, but my voice was hoarse. “I’m okay.”
    The chest my back was against rumbled, and Dodson said, “Jesus Christ, woman.”
    “Sorry. You can put me down now.”
    He did, slowly, and took a step back. Dane lowered his hand to my arm, offering support if I needed it. Logan kept his hand on my cheek, and I managed to give him a small, quick smile. Quick, because it occurred to me that I was actually covered in blood. “Oh. That’s blood. My blood?”
    “Don’t know.”
    “You’re all burned,” Damian said. “You’re actually burned.”
    “It doesn’t hurt.” I felt a little woozy, but otherwise, remarkably okay for nearly being burned alive. Or a close, psychic approximation of it. “I can’t ride in your car like this.”
    Disbelief flashed across Logan’s face before he laughed. “Don’t worry about my car. Are you okay?”
    “I think so.” Gently pulling my hand out of Damian’s grasp, I flexed it and took a closer look. Yep, there were small, clear blisters all over my newly pinkened skin. I pulled my coat sleeve up, and the blisters continued up my arm. “Is my face blistered too?”
    “Yes. I am so sorry, Cordi.” Damian was quivering with guilt, the corners of his lips downturned.
    “I’m okay, really. Nothing hurts. Well, my throat, but other than that...”
    “What in the hell just happened?”
    I turned around to look at Dodson, Logan and Dane moving to be ready in case I passed out or something. At least, I thought that’s what they were doing. The big detective looked a little pale, and the front of his clothing was smeared with blood. His eyes looked slightly wild too.
    Though such visions weren’t all that regular, and I’d definitely never had one of being burned alive before, I couldn’t resist assuming a nonchalant tone. “Sometimes, psychic stuff goes all out. That’s what happened. I got a minute of reliving what those poor men went through.”
    Dodson stared at me, and I wished I could see myself. It had to be sight that wouldn’t soon be forgotten. I probably looked like Carrie after the pig blood had been spilled on her. Behind him, the others were gathered around the door, also staring at me.
    I shrugged. “Sorry. I don’t know in advance what’s going to happen. Even sorrier, because it didn’t give us anything useful.”
    Dodson opened his mouth, closed it and looked down at his shirt. He looked at me, grunted, and turned around. “Show’s over. Back to work.”

EIGHT

    S trangely entranced, I stared in the mirror. Where in the hell had all the blood come from? Even my pea coat was soaked in it. The only item of clothing it hadn’t soaked through were my boots, but from the feel of it, my socks hadn’t escaped the deluge.
    “You okay in there?” Logan asked from the doorway of the restroom. He was keeping the door from closing, to keep an ear on things. I didn’t think I was in danger of passing out, as the woozy feeling had passed.
    “Yeah.” I finally turned the water on, happy the museum hadn’t upgraded to the water-saving, auto sensor type faucets. After peeling off my remaining glove, the interior of which was bloody, I began washing both hands. The pinkness was fading from my skin. I hoped the blistering disappeared as fast.
    “Kind of thinking touching the dead is not a great idea for you.”
    “Can’t