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couldn’t wait to finish the list.
Once he did, he’d have his revenge.
He’d make it all right.
Then he could be at peace. Their eternal torment was his only way past this, and it was coming.
One way, or another.
* * * O R A C L E * * *
Graymoor Manor
When the screaming had final stopped, the team was relieved. As hard as Avalon tried to help the man, she wasn’t able to stop the pain.
It looked wicked.
They’d been forced to watch as Lucian appeared to be living out each and every blow that the victim was feeling. Avalon, clutching his hand, was suffering too.
Beads of perspiration were on her brow.
Her pale eyes went even less blue.
They were both in a shitload of duress, and the team felt helpless as they were forced to watch.
Then...
It all stopped.
There was a collective gasp in relief, and they were finally okay.
“What happened?” Nate asked, helping Avalon up from the floor. She was limp, weak, and looked like she’d done battle for the man’s soul.
He hated seeing her suffer.
If he could take her place, he’d do it in a heartbeat. He’d carry this burden for the woman he loved.
As if she knew what he was thinking, she placed her palm over his cheek.
It calmed him.
Maura helped Lucian up. “What can I get for you?” she asked.
“I need something to settle my nerves before we talk about it.”
He glanced at the liquor cabinet.
Avalon stopped him, as if reading his mind. “We’ll have tea.”
“I hate tea.”
“When you have a gift like ours, alcohol is the last thing you need to consume. It makes it harder to control. We’ll have tea.”
He sighed. “I’ll have tea.”
Lucian headed toward the doorway. “I don’t have staff, so I have to make it myself.”
They followed, allowing him to lead them through his massive house.
“This place is crazy,” Luke said. “There’s more wood in here than in the trees around it.”
“Graymoor was my mother’s a few generations back. I think it was my great, great grandfather who built it. It’s always been in our family. I don’t know any other place but this.”
It was his Heaven and his Hell.
His solace and his prison.
They entered a kitchen. It looked like it had been redone, but it was chilly and cold.
The man didn’t like color.
He didn’t like people.
He really hated himself.
The things he surrounded himself with proved it. The team was having a hard time believing that Avalon could save him. She’d said it was possible, but still…
“I only have plain tea,” he offered.
Avalon sat. “That’s fine. I can make it if you’d like,” she offered.
He stared at her. “Is that a good idea?” he asked. “You might get burned.”
She laughed. “Point me at the stove.”
Nate loved that she was getting autonomous, but he also hated it. Seeing Avalon blossom was a blessing and a curse. Watching her move around this man’s home made him want to be sick.
He couldn’t wait to get the hell out of here. They would bunk down in a B&B or a local hotel. He needed to get Avalon alone so they could talk.
He missed touching her.
Nate missed the feel of her hair caressing his flesh. Watching her hold another man’s hand made him want to be sick. It was childish, but he couldn’t help how he felt.
He wanted to weep.
Lucian placed her in front of the stove and waited for her to do her thing. Amazingly enough, she was able to turn everything on and make the tea.
“How?” he asked.
Yeah, that was a damn good question that the team would like answered. Avalon had done it without any help, much like before when she navigated his living space.
Were her eyes getting better?
“I’m using you,” she said. “I can see what you can see.”
They all stared at Lucian.
“Really?”
“Maura is wearing black and camo, Jagger the same—but way too many guns. Luke is in a red polo, and
Once he did, he’d have his revenge.
He’d make it all right.
Then he could be at peace. Their eternal torment was his only way past this, and it was coming.
One way, or another.
* * * O R A C L E * * *
Graymoor Manor
When the screaming had final stopped, the team was relieved. As hard as Avalon tried to help the man, she wasn’t able to stop the pain.
It looked wicked.
They’d been forced to watch as Lucian appeared to be living out each and every blow that the victim was feeling. Avalon, clutching his hand, was suffering too.
Beads of perspiration were on her brow.
Her pale eyes went even less blue.
They were both in a shitload of duress, and the team felt helpless as they were forced to watch.
Then...
It all stopped.
There was a collective gasp in relief, and they were finally okay.
“What happened?” Nate asked, helping Avalon up from the floor. She was limp, weak, and looked like she’d done battle for the man’s soul.
He hated seeing her suffer.
If he could take her place, he’d do it in a heartbeat. He’d carry this burden for the woman he loved.
As if she knew what he was thinking, she placed her palm over his cheek.
It calmed him.
Maura helped Lucian up. “What can I get for you?” she asked.
“I need something to settle my nerves before we talk about it.”
He glanced at the liquor cabinet.
Avalon stopped him, as if reading his mind. “We’ll have tea.”
“I hate tea.”
“When you have a gift like ours, alcohol is the last thing you need to consume. It makes it harder to control. We’ll have tea.”
He sighed. “I’ll have tea.”
Lucian headed toward the doorway. “I don’t have staff, so I have to make it myself.”
They followed, allowing him to lead them through his massive house.
“This place is crazy,” Luke said. “There’s more wood in here than in the trees around it.”
“Graymoor was my mother’s a few generations back. I think it was my great, great grandfather who built it. It’s always been in our family. I don’t know any other place but this.”
It was his Heaven and his Hell.
His solace and his prison.
They entered a kitchen. It looked like it had been redone, but it was chilly and cold.
The man didn’t like color.
He didn’t like people.
He really hated himself.
The things he surrounded himself with proved it. The team was having a hard time believing that Avalon could save him. She’d said it was possible, but still…
“I only have plain tea,” he offered.
Avalon sat. “That’s fine. I can make it if you’d like,” she offered.
He stared at her. “Is that a good idea?” he asked. “You might get burned.”
She laughed. “Point me at the stove.”
Nate loved that she was getting autonomous, but he also hated it. Seeing Avalon blossom was a blessing and a curse. Watching her move around this man’s home made him want to be sick.
He couldn’t wait to get the hell out of here. They would bunk down in a B&B or a local hotel. He needed to get Avalon alone so they could talk.
He missed touching her.
Nate missed the feel of her hair caressing his flesh. Watching her hold another man’s hand made him want to be sick. It was childish, but he couldn’t help how he felt.
He wanted to weep.
Lucian placed her in front of the stove and waited for her to do her thing. Amazingly enough, she was able to turn everything on and make the tea.
“How?” he asked.
Yeah, that was a damn good question that the team would like answered. Avalon had done it without any help, much like before when she navigated his living space.
Were her eyes getting better?
“I’m using you,” she said. “I can see what you can see.”
They all stared at Lucian.
“Really?”
“Maura is wearing black and camo, Jagger the same—but way too many guns. Luke is in a red polo, and
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