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opposite where he reclined on the other side. “How do you
know what I am thinking? Are you reading my mind?”
    “Yes and no,” Jamison answered. We have formed a bond
that allows us to share our thoughts with one another.
    Okay, she heard the words but hadn’t seen his mouth move.
What the hell was going on?
    “I don’t have to speak aloud,” Jamison said. You can hear
me just fine without the need to speak.
    “I’m not sure that I like that,” Reggie said. “Why can’t I
hear anything right now? Can you hear everything that I’m thinking?”
    “Yes, I can,” Jamison said. “And it makes me wonder what
kind of life you had on the other side of the veil.”
    “The veil?” Reggie shook her head. His answers were only leaving
her more confused. Where the hell was she?
    “You are in White Valley,” Jamison informed her. “It is the
place that my people have always called home.”
    “Where is White Valley?”
    “It can only be reached from your home by crossing through
the veil,” Jamison told her.
    The fog-like stuff that she had gone through?
    “Yes, that was probably the way the veil would have appeared
to you,” Jamison nodded.
    “Listen, I understand that you can read my thoughts,” Reggie
said. “But I find it really rude so please don’t reply unless I ask it out
loud.”
    “As you wish.” He nodded.
    “Why can’t I hear your thoughts the same way?” she asked. He
had said that there was no need for words between them but it didn’t seem like
she was hearing anything.
    I can control what thoughts I desire to share with you. He spoke in her head again. It was really disconcerting. Eventually you will
learn to do the same.
    “Did…? Was…?” She couldn’t figure out how to word her
question of what exactly had happened last night. Had she made love with two men?
If so then where was the other one? The name Taggart came to mind. Had she
really been so wanton as to sleep with two men, two strangers? Or had that part
been a dream?
    “It was a dream come true,” Jamison murmured. “Taggart and I
formed a bond with you last night.”
    Images flashed through her mind of the three of them
together. She touched her shoulders and realized that her flesh still bore the
marks of both men where they had bitten her. “You bit me,” she said.
    “Yes,” Jamison nodded. “It is part of the bonding process.”
    “What is this bonding process that you keep talking about?”
    “In White Valley when a triad is formed, it is called a
bonding,” Jamison said, seeming to search for the right words to use with her.
    “A triad?” she questioned. So it was normal for a woman to
be with two men in his home?
    “Yes, it is what we all do,” Jamison nodded then seemed
chagrined that he had answered another question that she hadn’t spoken out
loud. “I don’t know how to explain this all to you without scaring you,” he said.
“Please promise me that you will sit and listen to everything that I tell you.”
    He seemed so sincere and afraid that she might bolt. What
exactly did he have to tell her? Had she wandered from one cult to another?
When the hell had all the cults shown up?
    “We are no cult,” Jamison answered angrily. “At least not in
the way that you envision it. I will not apologize for answering your thoughts
this time when they are virtually screaming to me.”
    “Well, it is not exactly like I can control them,” she snapped
back.
    “Nor can I control how I react to them,” he replied. “We are
not a cult. We are an old society that has chosen to stay in the place of our
birth and adhere to the way of life our ancestors walked.”
    “And what way of life is that?” she asked.
    He took a deep breath and looked at her as if he was
debating what to share with her next. “We have an ability that your people have
forgotten. A gift from the goddess to be embraced and loved.”
    “What gift?” she wanted to know. “And how have my people
forgotten it?”
    “Long ago there