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her attraction to Morgan, and even that she was questioning.
    The Norse gods were real, and they thought that she had something to do with the insanity that was their lives.
    She had enough craziness in her life, thank you very much. She didn’t need theirs on top of her own. She’d leave in the morning. She needed to get away from them before they found a way to abuse her gifts, or worse, keep her locked here forever.
    They thought she was the future, but all she had was a past, a past none of the people in the other room could possibly understand. Not even the super-luscious Morgan.
    Her parents and aunt hadn’t believed her when she’d told them about the dreams. They’d shushed her, told her to hide that part of herself for fear others would think she was insane. They hadn’t listened when she told them that they would die if they drove off that day. She’d been hysterical, inconsolable, only leaving the living room when her mother sent her to her room. She’d run, hidden in her room until they left, ignoring her father’s pleas to say good-bye and her mother’s soft, soothing voice, trying to calm her down.
    Her Aunt Maria hadn’t been so forgiving, especially when Skye refused to recant her prediction. She’d told Skye that she was wishing harm on her family and had punished her severely, locking her in her room, denying her anything except trips to the bathroom and the most basic food. Maria had only relented when word came back that her parents had, indeed, died in a car accident.
    Her aunt had looked at her differently after that. Things between them had never been the same. Skye had left once she was eighteen and hadn’t looked back. Skye hadn’t spoken to her in years, not since her aunt called her cursed.
    Skye wasn’t cursed. She wasn’t some punishment from the gods, or possessed by the devil. She’d done her research when and where she could sneak away for it. With the help of the few friends left to her, she’d discovered the truth.
    Skye was psychic. The term for her particular gift was precognition, dreams and visions of the future she couldn’t always control. Like the prophetic words she’d spoken to Frederica Grimm, sometimes things just popped out without conscious thought.
    Her friends thought it made for one hell of a party trick.
    She glanced toward the wall that separated her from the bedroom of Kir, Jordan and Logan. These people believed her. They had from the moment she’d knocked on Fenris Saeter’s door and told a tale no one should have.
    Was it because they were just as crazy as she was?
    She rolled over and groaned into her pillow. Great. Now she was comparing her own brand of insanity with theirs. She bet her aunt would love that. Maria Bergen had never once attempted to contact her since Skye had left her home, not even when Skye almost lost her scholarship to Penn State. Her aunt had ignored all the paperwork, sending it back unopened, leaving Skye with one hell of a mess to clean up when she’d been informed of it. She’d had some help from the school counselors and administrators, but it had taken weeks and nearly cost her a semester.
    Maria Bergen could rot in hell. Skye had loved her parents, and her aunt, but Maria hadn’t loved her. If she had, she’d never have let Skye go. They were all they had left of their family, all that remained of the Bergens, but that had meant nothing to Maria.
    “Is she asleep?”
    Skye blinked as that deep voice rolled over her and sent her pulse racing. Morgan hadn’t gone back to his condo after all.
    “I think so.” That was Jordan, her smooth voice so much lighter than her stepbrother’s.
    “We should have told her the rest before she went to bed.”
    Yes, they should have. On that, she and Morgan agreed wholeheartedly.
    “Morgan, you know why we didn’t.” Magnus, his voice almost identical to his twin’s, spoke up. There was a roughness to his tone that Morgan didn’t have, an underlying passion that made Skye