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violence and pain. The same one she remembered in the complex and fear balled in her stomach.
    A frigid hand wrapped around her throat and his cool breath chuckled in her ear.
    “No.” She struggled in vain as the ghost shoved her shorts to her knees.
    “Oh yes.” He spun her toward the bed, pushing her over the side.
    Her teeth chattered and she squeezed her eyes closed, filling her mind with the one name that she knew would hear her anywhere, blasting the silent siren with the force of an F-18 hitting mach one. Enduring the violent ice-cold thrusts, she glanced toward the mirror and whispered, “Ty help me!”
    Frank laughed. “If you think my little brother can help you here, you are mistaken. When I’m done with you, I think I’ll go visit your daughter,” he whispered in her ear.
    The mirrors in both the guest room and Emily’s room shattered to pieces, but not before Jessica saw the reflection of her savior’s angry blue eyes.
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    The sound of shattering glass set him in motion and Tom flew into the room, his eyes darting from the shattered glass to her crumpled on the floor, landing on the dark bruises around her throat.
    Crippling fear squeezed his heart and it took him a second to be able to draw a shaky breath. He closed the door behind him and shimmied past the shards, kneeling next to her, silently searching her eyes and what he saw turned his blood thick forcing his heart to pound harder. He gulped the last of the spit in his mouth.
    “Frank was here,” she whispered and tears rolled down her cheeks.
    He pulled her to his chest, praying he wasn’t trembling like she was. Picking her up, he set her on the bed and shifted, tracing his finger along the fading marks on her neck. A thousand questions clouded his mind and he returned his gaze to the shards on the floor. “You broke the mirror?”
    “No.” She shook her head. “He did.”
    Tom held her and stared at the shattered glass. No explanation was needed, he knew whom Jessica was referring to and at that moment both fear and a bizarre sense of relief accosted him. Ty Aris, Jesus, it’s like he’s been appointed her guardian angel. How the hell do I deal with that?
    He didn’t know how long the guardian angel routine would last before Chris crossed the line and hurt her again.
     

Chapter 13
     
    Chris bolted out of sleep, jumped out of bed, and flew into the bathroom as the scream filled his head. He looked into the mirror in time to see her whisper “Ty help me” and saw Frank slam into her and then Frank’s unspeakable words of paying a visit to Emily.
    Fury overwhelmed him and it escaped his control along with the command hissing from his lips. “Shatter!”
    The image crumbled and was gone.
    Instantaneously, fear replaced the fury and his legs gave way, collapsing beneath him as sure as the glass in the image. He caught himself on the sink. “Jess!”
    He couldn’t see her anymore and hot panic raced through his blood. The echo of the fortuneteller’s words pinging in his brain.
    This is what Eric must have felt like when he couldn’t see her in the complex .
    “Eric,” he said. Eric had once found him psychically and Chris stared at the mirror, concentrating on getting a message to the boy who saved his life.
    The reflection in the mirror altered and with a blink, he stood in a room he didn’t recognize and there was a commotion in the hallway on the other side of the door. A boy was sleeping in the bed and Chris reached out, shaking the child.
    Eric looked up groggily at first and then his eyes went wide.
    “Please tell me your mom is all right,” Chris said. The urgency in his voice caused Eric to glance in the direction of the commotion.
    Eric stood up and opened his door. Tom was leading his mom out of the guest room, she looked a little sh aken up, but otherwise she was okay. He closed the door and looked back at Chris. “She’s okay.” Eric nodded and the image faded.
    Chris knelt down over the toilet and