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only wish
they could look as lovely as my mate does.” He picked up the brush, tossing it
back and forth from hand to hand as if it were a ball and not some precious
item. “She used to brush her hair with this. It’s all I have of her.”
    A spark of trepidation skittered down her spine
like an insect crawling on bare skin. “H-how long ago was this?”
    His eyes and mouth twitched in unison, and his
head jerked. “Many years. Eighty-eight years. Or was it two-hundred and
eighty-eight years ago?” His wide, haunted gaze slid up to the ceiling. “Black…blonde.
No, dammit, remember,” he muttered. Pacing around the tent, he mumbled to
himself every now and then looking back up at the ceiling or over at the
hairbrush as if it was a puzzle. “Eighty…eighty-eight. One hundred years. She
has brown eyes.”
    Before Ara could say a word about how his mate’s
description kept changing, Zeke spun around and held out the hairbrush.
    “Take it and tell me what you see.”
    Her stomach knotted. “Listen, that’s not how it
works. I’ve never tried to find anyone using an object from so long ago. I need
more information before I touch that brush.” Crescent divots were being
embedded in her palms from her fingernails digging in.
    “I’ve told you enough!”
    “Well, what’s her name? How old is she? Is she
a Were, too?”
    “Olivia. My sweet Olivia.” He went quiet,
contemplative. “She is human. She is mine, and I cannot find her. That’s what
you need to know.”
    “If she’s human then…then…” How did she ask him
how his human mate could possibly be alive after so long. Unless she’d lived to
be quite old.
    “She’s human and she is alive.” He spoke as if
distracted by other more important thoughts.
    “How do you know that?”
    He didn’t answer.
    “What’s her last name?”
    No answer.
    “What color hair does she have?”
    Nothing.
    Ara sighed. Her excitement at his assignment
had taken a nosedive into a pile of shit. “Well…I’ll touch the brush, but I can’t
guarantee anything. I’ve never tried to track a person through an object so
old. And I’ve never done it on such little information on the person I’m
looking for.”
    He said nothing, merely held the brush out to her.
    She took it, fingers wrapping around the warmed
metal handle. It was heavy. A few pounds at least. They certainly didn’t make
brushes like this anymore. This was meant to last a lifetime, and well, it had
in a way.
    “Tell me what you see.”
    Ara met his gaze and nearly jumped. Lucid eyes
stared back at her.
    She ran her thumb over the soft bristles and
closed her eyes. Her ‘ability’ as others liked to call it worked in a way that
was hard to explain. She could touch certain objects and then track that person
down. As far as she knew there was nobody else like her. Her father used to say
she was one of a kind. Yeah, except she’s never wanted to be. For years, she’d
yearned to be normal, still did some days.
    Never had she been given a task like this. To
find a woman without any details, who may or may not be alive seeing as she’s
human, and the object she was touching was old. None of those factors would
benefit her. Could she even receive an image off an object so old? There was
only one way to find out.
    Ara’s eyes slid shut. She quieted her thoughts
into a meditative-like state. With brush in hand she stroked it, touched it
everywhere. The bristles brushed across her sensitive fingertips. The metal
warmed in her palm. Her mind quieted. Once her father had asked her how she did
it, how she could touch an object and find the person who used that item.
    Ara had been young at the time and unable to
really answer her father. Most of what her abilities rested on were her
feelings and images much like a movie. Only, as she held the brush, nothing
happened. Not a stirring of feelings, not a flash of an image. It was as if the
link to the brush was broken.
    She opened her eyes to find the alpha