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expecting to see the Darkling. He crouched low,
ready to fight. His gaze darted around the small space in search of
the enemy, but there was none.
    The only people there were Isabel and an
unconscious woman. He looked at her in confusion. Isabel clutched
her chest and breathed hard while she hovered over the small
female.
    “What are you doing?” she shouted. “Are you
insane?”
    He’d come in to save her, but it was obvious
now that she didn’t need saving. Tristan ignored the fear that had
been pumping through him. When she’d screamed, he’d thought... It
didn’t matter what he’d thought. He’d been wrong.
    He took in the situation with one glance then
asked, “What happened?”
    Isabel glared at him.
    “I cannot help you if you do not tell me
what’s going on.” Tristan drew closer to get a better look but
didn’t see any obvious injuries. “Is she hurt?”
    He extended his hand to check the woman’s
temperature, since he couldn’t smell anything due to the stench
coming from the incense.
    “I thought she was seizing, but now I’m sure
she’s having a vision,” Isabel said.
    Tristan jerked his hand back before he
touched her. “What kind of vision?”
    “Sugar plums and fairies,” Isabel retorted.
“You know, the usual.”
    He frowned in confusion.
    Her expression soured, and she sighed.
“Visions of any kind are rarely good. It’s always about the
future.”
    Tristan took a step back. He’d never been
around anyone like this and had never experienced a Sighted-One in
action firsthand. Something about the whole thing seemed unnatural .
    “What’s the matter with you?” Isabel
asked.
    “Nothing,” he said.
    “Then why are you freaked out?” she asked.
“It’s not like a cold. You can’t catch a vision.”
    Tristan stiffened. “I cannot catch human
diseases or illnesses,” he said. “My kind is immune.”
    “Lucky you,” she said.
    His mood darkened. He’d come in here
expecting to find danger, not a pissed-off woman and her
unconscious friend. Tristan was used to action, not waiting
around.
    “What do you want me to do?” He needed to do
something. Boil water. Fetch blankets. Run to the convenience
store. Anything.
    Isabel huffed. “Since you’re here, you can
help me get her on the couch.” She didn’t sound happy.
    He picked up the tiny female.
    “Be careful,” she warned.
    He scowled at her. “I am.” Tristan gently
laid her on the couch.
    Isabel followed on his heels, keeping a close
eye on him.
    “What now?” Tristan asked.
    “Now, we wait,” she said.
    Tristan hated waiting. He’d never been good
at it, unless he was hunting.
    Isabel took a seat beside her friend.
    He either had to stand or... He glanced at
the beanbag. Not happening. It was either that or the floor.
Tristan straightened the door then jammed it in place. He glared at
the beanbag, then with a long suffering sigh, sat. The bag deflated
under his weight.
     
    * * * * *
     
    Izzy had nearly had a coronary when Tristan
kicked the door in. The only thing that prevented it was her
concern for Everly.
    How had he found her so quickly? She’d
thought for sure it would take him at least a couple days, and by
then she’d be long gone.
    Izzy glanced at him, trying to ignore the
display of muscles that rippled every time he shifted his big frame
on the bag to get comfortable.
    If the situation weren’t so serious, it would
be comical.
    Where was his shirt? And where did he get
those sweats?
    Heaven help her, they didn’t leave much to
the imagination. He caught her watching him. His expression said he
knew exactly what she’d been thinking.
    Izzy blushed and glanced away. She didn’t
like how off balance he made her feel. One minute she was attracted
to him, the next she wanted to punch him in the face.
    She didn’t think Tristan was doing it on
purpose. After all, he couldn’t help how he looked, but she had no
doubt he’d use his appearance to his advantage if it meant getting
what he