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    “My family is different. It’s hard to explain, but the women in my family have special…gifts,” she explained slowly. “It’s always been that way and we don’t know why.”
    Cameron thought about that. The same could be said about his. Except that being a werewolf only ran in the male DNA. He knew she wasn’t a shifter. He could smell one a mile away.
    “Each person has their own unique…thing,” Katy continued.
    “Thing?” he asked.
    “I have dreams that put me in people’s memories. I feel what they feel or felt, see what they saw, what happens to them in the dreams happens to me.”
    Cameron watched her face as she spoke. She was telling him the truth. He could smell a lie, but even without that, he could see the pain in her eyes. “My God!”
    When he would have gone to her, she held up a hand. “There’s more. It’s always something that has already happened. Someone that is on my mind, like when I am working a case. I knew about the library because I was there. I felt how scared she was when she knew someone was watching her. When she ran, it felt like it was me. I felt the absolute terror when he grabbed her.”
    “Katy…”
    “Let me finish!” she yelled.
    Cameron fisted his hands at his side. He wanted to hold her. To comfort her. It must have been so hard to have all of this in her head when she couldn’t tell anyone. But he would let her finish telling him about it. Then he would take her in his arms and never let her go.
    “It comes and goes. I never know what I am going to dream about.” She paused. “But I’m not the only one. Allysa has a…gift too. She calls hers a gift, unlike me. She can touch something and get visions.”
    “Visions?” he asked.
    “Yes,” she answered angrily. “Visions! Whether you believe it or not. When she picked up a file we had in here yesterday, she had a vision from the killer. She didn’t see him. She saw me. He was watching me!”
    “That’s what she meant when she asked if you told me.” His temper was also flaring.
    “Yes,” she admitted, defeated.
    “So even when you were in danger, you chose to keep me in the dark. Instead of sharing with me what was happening, you lied,” he accused.
    “I never lied,” she argued and took a step closer. “I might have withheld something, but I didn’t lie. We couldn’t have proved it anyway.”
    “Withheld information,” he echoed on a short laugh.
    “It wasn’t really a lie,” she repeated. She was losing her footing. Confused, unsure what to say. Right where he wanted her. His blood still burned at the thought of her being in danger. Because of him. She had known and wouldn’t have let him protect her. Would have depended only on herself .
    Cameron took a step towards her, too. “Oh, you lied. Every time I asked you what was wrong and you told me nothing. When you left me and told me you were needed at home. You lied every time you kept your damn secrets to yourself!” he yelled.
    “And what would you have done? You have no idea what it’s been like my whole life to be some kind of freak!”
    They were nose to nose, screaming at each other.
    Cameron did the only thing he could think of. He grabbed her arms, hauled her up and kissed her.
    Her hands clamped down on his shoulders while she opened her mouth. They kissed with raw passion and need.
    “Stupid, stubborn pig-headed woman,” he panted against her mouth as they broke away.
    “Don’t you get it?” she snapped. She was working her way towards being pissed again. Trying to hold onto her anger because once he stripped it from her, she would have to be honest.
    “I get it. I understand,” he murmured. “But I still love you.”
    She gasped and tried to pull away. When he didn’t give her the room, she fell into his embrace.
    “Love you. Will always protect you. You and your family. You belong to me,” he spoke softly, rubbing his hands up and down her neck.
    She shook, her emotional battle giving way to need. Her