Page 79 of Savage Escape

“What would make you believe me?”

“You tell me.” She scoffed. “You’re the psychic.”

“Okay, just listen then.” How was she supposed to put this in a way that this woman would believe? “You have had a very hard life.”

“Who hasn’t?” Caden nodded and looked around like she was losing interest in their conversation quickly.

“It wasn’t your fault. None of it was.”

“Hmm,” was her only response.

Okay, so that approach wasn’t working. Time to change it up.

“Your sisters Ezra and Quinn.” That got her attention. Her demeanor shifted abruptly, a dark, threatening presence replacing her previously calm exterior. Briar threw her hands up. “Wait! Wait! Don’t become Scary-Caden.”

That seemed to deflate her a tiny bit. But she continued to look menacing.

“You have thirty seconds to explain how you know those names.”

“I already told you—I’m psychic.”

“Yeah, right.”

“It’s true.”

“Fine, if you’re psychic, how many fingers am I holding up?” Caden put a hand behind her back and arched an eyebrow at her.

“Can I touch you?”

“Sure.”

Briar gingerly touched her shoulder and was assailed with living the life of Caden Quinn once more. She had to dig through everything to find the fingers.

“You’re flipping me off.” How nice of her. “So one.”

“Wow.” Caden looked truly impressed. “Great guess.”

“Itwasn’ta guess.” Briar was getting annoyed now. “I’m fucking psychic.”

“Fine, you’re psychic.” Caden rolled her eyes again and shrugged. “What is it you want to tell me?”

“Hear me out, okay? Don’t interrupt.”

“Fine.”

“Quinn being murdered by your piece of shit father wasn’t your fault. Ezra dying from breast cancer wasn’t your fault. Your team being set up and then killed wasn’t your fault.”

With each sentence, the smaller woman’s face became paler until she was as white as porcelain.

“You walking away from Nathan and the potential happiness that he representsisyour fault.”

Caden’s mouth opened and closed a few times before she just shut it completely. Color slowly came back to her face. Finally, she opened her mouth.

“You don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Don’t I?” Feeling snarky, Briar made a face and said, “I am psychic, remember?”

“No, you don’t.” Caden shook her head. “Because if I had just been?—”

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