Page 196 of Icy Cold Death

“I’m good. I’m sorry, Lucian. I couldn’t hold it open any longer. It was too much. It almost burned me out. I couldn’t handle the voice.”

“It’s okay, Ridge. I’m good,” he reassured, knowing how strong Oracle was.

Truth be told, Ridge was lucky to be alive. Avalon could burn out a psychic with her mind. She likely shoved him out of the static, and helped Lucian get out himself.

Tori made Lucian drink some water.

All around her, she could feel their dead knocking at her doors.

Well, why not?

She opened up for them, and Trey and Bethany were there, looking concerned.

“What can we do?” Bethany asked.

Tori reassured them. The dead were very attached to each and every psychic in their family.

Protective was a mild word.

“They’ll be okay,” Tori said, talking to no one, so both women and men assumed it was the dead.

Trey sat on the end of the bed.

“I thought for sure that Lucian was taking a walk on the hairy side. You know, dipping his quill in the backdoor ink.”

She stared at her brother.

Was he insane?

“I will send you home, Trey.”

So much for him being on his best behavior. That was over before it really started.

The man rolled his eyes.

“I like when Julian is around. He at least fights back and lets me run wild. You’re not fun today. Girl’s weekend away has made you cranky.”

She let that go.

There was no point arguing with the crazy.

“What did you find in the static?” Tori asked, ignoring her brother like any sane person would do.

Lucian couldn’t tell them.

Oracle had said it had to be kept quiet, and while he loved the family, and he was part of it, he straddled two worlds.

“I found that the women are definitely by the water. I heard their voices before I got shoved out. They’re confused and scared. You need to head there. You won’t find them anywhere else.”

From where he lay against Bishop, Ridge said nothing.

Why?

What happened in the walk, stayed in the walk—unless Lucian wanted to discuss it.

They’d both heard the voice, and Ridge knew it was someone so powerful that they couldn’t keep it together.

Now, it was up to Lucian for his interpretation, and he wouldn’t say shit.

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