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toward the road and started running.
    “Hate you. Throw you into the fire. He’ll find you.”
    Where was the voice coming from? The other side of the trail? Wherever he was, he’d had time to get his gun from the house.
    No bullet.
    No sound of footsteps behind her.
    Where the hell are you, Doane?
    “ Burn you like they did me. Never get away. ”
    Like they did me …
    Her pace slowed.
    She hadn’t thought she could get colder, but she was suddenly icy.
    Not Doane.
    She looked over her shoulder at the house where the lights cast a cozy glow out into the darkness.
    Then she looked down at the abyss yawning beyond the cliff.
    Burn you like they did me.
    Not Doane. Kevin.
    It was Kevin whose remains had been tossed into that furnace after he was shot.
    She smothered the panic.
    It could be imagination, a hallucination brought on by nerves and exposure.
    Malignance and power coming from that darkness where she’d thrown Kevin’s skull.
    Or it could be that the evil presence she’d sensed while she did Kevin’s reconstruction was real and waiting to forge across the barriers.
    And attack.
    But she hadn’t heard his voice since she’d realized that it was either her own imagination … or Kevin. If the attack had come, she had been able to repel it.
    “You’re weak, Kevin,” she whispered fiercely. “You can’t touch me. You think you can use your father to break through, but you have boundaries. It’s not going to happen.” She started running up the path. “Go back to hell, where you belong.”
    *   *   *
    HE WAS COMING!
    Eve climbed higher in the tree, making sure that she made no sound.
    Doane made no effort to be quiet. Why would he? He had a rifle, and she was the prey.
    She had thought he had settled for the night in the house, but she’d been rudely disappointed. In the middle of the night, he’d come after her, and she’d had to go on the run.
    And it was the second time tonight that Doane had gotten so close. He hadn’t been boasting when he said he was a great tracker. She had resorted to going through the streambeds to erase the tracks and lose him. But she must have left some sign, or he wouldn’t be here now. It wouldn’t surprise her. It wasn’t as if she was woods-savvy like Joe. She just had to do the best she could.
    “I can feel you, Eve,” Doane called out. “I can feel your fear and the panic. It’s terrible being hunted, isn’t it? No matter where you go, I’ll be right behind you.”
    She wasn’t in a panic, but she was experiencing that primal fear of being hunted. And she hated this feeling of helplessness.
    Damn, she wished she had some kind of weapon. She’d found a branch earlier that she’d tried to fashion into a club, but that would not hold up when confronting a rifle.
    Not unless she could stage a surprise attack, and he had given her no opportunity to think of a way to do that.
    “Are you having a rough night? The temperature is near freezing, and I was thinking of you when I was curled up in the house. That’s why I decided to leave comfort behind and go after you. I expected to be able to bring you in with no problem. You must be tougher than I thought to survive so well.”
    It had been rough. Even wrapped in the blanket and covered with leaves, it had been cold. The wind hadn’t stopped, and she had only dozed for minutes at a time. It was probably a good thing because she had heard Doane when he’d tried to surprise her.
    “Were you afraid that I’d be tracking you tonight? You’ll never know when I’m after you or when I go back for a little well-earned rest. So never sleep too hard, Eve.”
    He was right below the tree.
    Don’t move. Don’t breathe.
    “If you sleep, I’ll catch you, Eve. You must be very tired right now.” He lifted his head. “Do you hear me? I must admit that I’m enjoying our little hunt. I like the idea of running you to ground. I noticed that you were traveling the stream. Your feet must be wet. By morning, they