Authors: Dale Mayer
Tags: #Suspense, #Mystery
Book 8 of the Psychic Vision Series
NOW YOU SEE HER…
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Dale Mayer is a gifted writer who now has me hooked as a new fan. She characters are complex and she shares her knowledge of energy work clearly and simply. Makes for fascinating reading…
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Touched by Death is an outstanding novel by Dale Mayer. Unlike her usual novels that contain paranormal activity, this novel is sheer malevolent actions from ordinary humans.
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kay Tia. It’s
now or never.”
“Never.” That was her vote. Besides, what was she saying? She always voted with her feet. Who needed to talk things over? It made no difference. She pushed the long strands of hair back off her face and stared out the window over the sink.
“You’re at a crossroads.” Simone stood up from the kitchen table and walked over to Tia. Her long arms reached out to grasp Tia’s crossed arms. “You can’t keep going like this.”
“Sure I can,” Tia muttered. “I always have.”
“But you’re not sixteen anymore. In fact, in the last decade you were supposed to have learned something,” Simone said in exasperation.
“And I have,” Tia replied, turning to face her. “But one thing that never changes is that instinct that says
It’s kept me alive all these years.”
Simone, a fine dusting of gray hair at her temples, nodded. “I understand. I’d always hoped something in your life would break and you’d be free of him.” Her tone turned sad. “In a different way than my Mandy is now free.”
Tia couldn’t help the wince. Mandy hadn’t survived childhood after being struck down with a rare cancer. “Never going to happen. Once he realized what I could do – I was done.”
“But you’ve been safe for a long time now. How did he find you? What changed?”
Tia turned to stare out the window again, the ageless sheers hanging cheerfully off to the side. What could she say? She had no idea what had changed. She was tired of this. More tired than she ever had been. She might have to take the one step she had avoided all these years. And accept the help from the one person who cared. Who’d offered to help years ago.
She had no real reason for not accepting Stefan Kronos’ help. She couldn’t even formulate an answer as to why she hadn’t accepted his offer – except an ingrained fear of not knowing who to trust and trusting the wrong person.
She liked to think she was capable of doing this without help. She was independent. Stiff-necked stubborn more likely. She could handle this. She’d been handling it since forever.
Until enough years had gone by and she’d let that hard edge of awareness dull down to something much more comfortable to wear. She slept at night again. Could stop and enjoy a cup of tea without seeing bad guys behind the bushes and villains in the woods.
She’d softened. Become more accepting. She’d become complacent.
She sighed and slowly rotated her head, trying to ease the tension. What she’d done was become stupid.
And that had to stop. Before this asshole stopped her.
She knew what he wanted. Knew what he’d hoped to get from her. She couldn’t let him learn her energy techniques. She didn’t know if he could imitate them or not, but she didn’t dare let him try. The world was so not ready for that. She stared at the thin bracelet one of her fellow inmates had given her a long time ago. She’d kept it all these years as a reminder of how being a captive had defined who she was today. That she was in charge of who she was going to be from here on in. And of a memory of someone special now lost to her.
But as she stared down the long lean years of hiding, the years that had formed her early adulthood, the loneliness, the pain, she didn’t think she could go back to the person she’d been. She couldn’t go back to that lifestyle. She’d let that go when she finally found herself safe for the first time.
No…she couldn’t go back to that stage of her life, she wouldn’t. It wasn’t possible.
Neither was it required.
She reached for the phone.
Without giving the other person a chance to respond, she said, “Stefan, I need help.”
The dusk had
settled, giving an odd light to the various pedestrians walking down the sidewalk. But there was no mistaking the woman across the street. There she was. Finally within his grasp. Tia. He smiled. Time had been a blessing in many ways. She was stunning. Good. And she wouldn’t recognize him. Too bad. She’d doted on him back then. Of course she didn’t know who he really was. She’d always called the boss The Bastard. And he was. But that boss was the old bastard. Now he was the New Bastard.
He grinned. He wasn’t really one of course. His family had very high connections. His birth was well documented. Maybe he deserved the name for other reasons. But his reasons had always been to benefit Tia and the others. To help them be the best they could be.
A homeless man, curled up on the newspaper in the corner, whimpered. The New Bastard turned to face the homeless man. “Leave. Now.”
The homeless man’s gaze widened. He opened his mouth as if to say something then snapped it shut. He nodded meekly. Grabbing up his sparse belongings, he scurried backward down the alley.
Run, little mouse, run.
The Bastard turned and stared across the street where Tia leaned so casually. As if there wasn’t a care in the world. His mood darkened. Bitch. Princess. All she’d put him through. All she’d cost him. He’d been searching for her for years. But finally, she’d come home. Well, it was time for her to pay up. They’d tried all sorts of things to make her do what they wanted her to do. Tried everything they could think of.
Kept her isolated at the end. But when he’d gone back for her…somehow she’d escaped.
Now look at her. She was so defiant. Independent. Stubborn. Always had been. Too bad for her. He needed something she had. And he was going to get it.
He fingered the small balls in his pocket as he watched her. He’d done everything he could to make her show her true self and she’d always resisted. Well, no more.
Several people walked by staring at her, but she ignored them.
Typical of her.
Still, she was hardly someone anyone could ignore. Not the way she stood out. With her chameleon abilities, she didn’t have to stand out right now. She could blend right in if she wanted to.