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only in pictures without any captions. Feeling a little anxious about the car’s mystery occupant, Olinia decided to reach out to Legann’s mind.
    Legann?
    Yeah? His thoughts replied.
    Were you expecting a visitor? She sent him as the person in the car exited and headed to the front door of the house.
    No? He was confused. Why?
    Because someone’s coming to the door, Olinia grimaced.
    She needed to go down and confront whoever had come to stop by. Releasing another sigh, Olinia began out of her room. She stopped mid-step though when the image from downstairs suddenly shifted from the front door to the entryway. The person was in the house.
    She couldn’t help but stare as the intruder decided to leave the entryway for the dining room and then the kitchen. Again, she reached out to her brother’s mind. Legann, the guy’s inside the house.
    What? He blurted internally.
    I don’t know what he’s here for. She assumed the person was a man. The images were from eyes too high up to be a woman’s, unless the woman was six feet tall.
    Hide, Nia. I’m on my way home. I can be there in five minutes.
    That won’t be fast enough. Olinia pulled a face. She was on her own, and she hadn’t tried to protect herself for so long that she doubted any weapon could really be of use. It was still worth a try though. What did she have to lose? In the hallway closet, there was a collection of golf clubs from when Legann had tried to pick up the sport over the last summer.
    Keeping her inner eye on the intruder’s thoughts, Olinia tiptoed to the closet and retrieved one of the clubs – a nice big driver. The man was moving towards the staircase, through the family room. He was contemplating seeing what was upstairs.
    Slowly, Olinia raised the club above her head, in striking position, and made her way to the top of the stairs. For the millionth time, she longed for her former gift of invisibility.
    As the man began up the first few steps, Olinia pushed her back against the wall, readying for her attack. The wall was around the corner of the staircase’s landing. If the man wanted to get to the rooms, he would have to pass by her.
    Only a few more paces and he would be to her. Olinia’s heart quickened while her body anticipated his arrival. And all at once he was to her. Olinia swung the club toward his chest, but he was too fast. With one hand, he grabbed hold of the club, ripping it free of her fingers, and flung her backwards onto the ground with the other, ending with him kneeling above her. Olinia let out a shriek as she hit the floor much softer than she’d anticipated.
    She wasn’t about to stay beneath him for long, though. Throwing her weight to one side, she rolled out of his grasp. But she had forgotten about the golf club. In one fluid movement, the man – by now she was certain about his gender – extended the club to wrap one end around her middle and yanked her back towards him. She released another yelp, this time from surprise.
    Her hair covered her face, blocking her from seeing her attacker. His strength scared her. If this continued any longer, she would wind up hurt. Letting out a groan, Olinia decided to turn to her last resort: her gifts. She’d promised Trenton to not use her gifts in front of any Ethons, but this was somewhat of an emergency. Without her gifts, it would be hard to get rid of the man. All she needed to do was shoot heat through her skin to burn him a little.
    The man gripped onto her wrists, and, while Olinia struggled to free herself, she transferred her focus inward. Just as she was about to spout the fire through her pores, she heard him think and say simultaneously, “Princess?”
    She gasped and shook her head, trying to clear the hair covering her face. “Sazx?” He released her wrists, and she sat up, leaning back on her hands. “Ohreen doveem naunt,” she breathed.
    It really was Sazx, the pale version without the gray skin. His piercing blue eyes and short, dark hair were