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someone to
listen. She wanted someone to control. Though I could feel the
victim and hear his anguish, he was a bit player on this mental
stage. Miranda had a far stronger presence, and she intended to
dominate the scene now—just as she had done then.
    That was one of the problems with channeling.
It didn’t really matter what you as the channeler wanted or even
what you personally found to be distasteful. You were simply a
conduit, and it was all about the likes and dislikes of the one
flowing through you.
    I definitely didn’t want Miranda this
close to me, but it was too late. She was already inside my head,
or I obviously wouldn’t be feeling the things I did. It was this
realization that I clung to, using it as a shield against her
onslaught and denying her control over me. My gut feeling was that
I needed to cut and run right away because I no longer feared
becoming her victim, I was afraid of becoming her . Given the pure insanity of that very
thought, I was starting to believe all of this wasn’t just a risky
move—it was a flat out mistake.
    But, I also knew that if I left now, I would
leave empty-handed. All the deception and trespassing I had engaged
in so far were only worth the gamble if I was going to have
something to show for them in the end. I had to keep going until I
found something tangible that would help me locate—and stop—both of
these killers.
    Of course, a raging psychosexual event that
might possibly leave me blithering in ethereal bliss was definitely
not the result I needed, especially when one considered the imagery
that would bring it about. Unfortunately, that seemed to be where
this was all heading, and very quickly at that.
    Since running wasn’t an option, I decided
maybe I should find a different way to approach all of this. But,
before I could do that, I was going to have to back out of the path
I had already taken.
    I started to stand up but found I was once
again frozen in place, unable to make myself move. I chose to try
the same thing I had done earlier—I blinked hard and willed the
image to go away
    But, when my eyes fluttered open, it
remained. In fact, it seemed even more tangible than it had before.
It looked real enough to reach out and touch, and I even found that
I had to stop myself from doing just that.
    Trying again, I drew in a deep breath, shut
my eyes, then slipped my thumb and forefinger beneath the rim of my
glasses and pinched the bridge of my nose. After a moment, I let
the breath slowly out through my mouth and allowed my hand to fall.
With trepidation, I opened my eyes once again.
    He still hadn’t gone away, and now it
was even worse— because he had
company.
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER 6:
     
     
    T he new arrival in
question was a petite redhead, and it was visibly obvious from what
I saw happening in front of me that she was this poor man’s worst
nightmare. Unfortunately, he was not alone in that, as she was mine
too.
    I had a sense, within the vision at least,
that a good deal of time had passed between what I had been
witnessing moments ago and what I was seeing now. It appeared that
the man was still alive, but judging from the visible wounds,
blood, and burn marks on his face, I could only surmise that
Miranda was well into his torture at this point.
    As I watched, conflict stormed through my
brain in the form of internal voices locked in a heated debate. One
of them was demanding in no uncertain terms that I close my eyes or
look away immediately. It was telling me I should do whatever it
takes to break this connection. I knew in my gut this was the voice
I should be listening to, but it was only one of the three
bickering inside my skull; and, the other two were ganging up on
it.
    The second voice was countering that if I
didn’t watch what was being offered, everything I had risked would
be for naught. It was telling me I might miss a vital clue that
would allow me to stop her. While that had once been a valid point,
I wasn’t so sure if I