Page 81 of Daring Her Vampires
“I’ll keep them out,” Ryker mumbles. We shut the door behind us, and Mara is sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Do you have a pen and paper?” she asks, and I walk to my dresser. Serenity turns on the lamp, and I find a small pad and pen. “I’ll write down whatever I see.”
“Will it be exact?” I ask.
“I don’t know. It’s hard to know until I try.” She takes the pen and paper with her gloved hands, making sure not to touch my fingers. She takes a breath, exhaling slowly, and closes her eyes. Her lips move, but no sound emerges. Bursts of energy float around the room, and Serenity stands beside me, watching her with fascination.
When Serenity became a vampire, her powers were more than what new vampires would have. Ryker assumed she had a witch in the family tree, and her gifts were diluted over the years. I haven’t spent much time with her without the family, and I’m curious what she can do. The stories about her turning are well known, and I would have loved to see her in action. She had to rescue Ryker, which I would have found hilarious.
“Damn,” I whisper when the lights flicker. Mara’s hand is moving across the paper, yet her eyes are still closed. I resist peeking at the words. I hear my mates speaking to Allie, but I don’t understand the words. I knew they needed time alone. Allie didn’t need everyone watching her as she explained her experience. I wanted to comfort her, but they needed to do it.
“It’s done,” Mara says, looking at us. “Serenity, can I talk to Sally alone?”
“Sure.” Serenity leaves, and Mara studies me. She waves her hand, and I frown.
“I soundproofed the room. They can hear a murmur but not the words. I don’t know how long it will last. My energy is low,” she says.
“Why?”
“There is a list of places he goes.” She waves the paper. “Two of them are most likely, yet I think I know which one he will be at.”
“Okay.”
“I know your mates won’t want you to go…” She bites her lip.
“Say it,” I demand.
“You’re meant to be there.” She scowls. “I don’t want you to be in danger, but I know you are supposed to face Fredrick. I don’t want to cause any more anger than I have, yet you have power. You hide it well.” She tilts her head. “I would never suggest you sneak away.”
“I am good at doing what I’m told not to,” I say dryly.
“I can sense that.” She smiles slightly.
“How do you know? I thought you could only see someone's memories, not the future.” I don’t question her knowledge, but I’m curious about her power.
“When I do a location spell, it’s as if I am looking out of the person's eyes.” She holds up her palm again. “The spell slipped. I’m hoping they don’t notice. I was looking out of Fredrick's eyes, and I saw you. It’s hard to explain the intricacies of my magic. I just know that is what I saw. I will leave it up to you.”
“What are the two places?” I ask, and she holds out the paper, pointing.
“Your family will want to wait and plan the attack. I suggest you encourage that,” she whispers, and I nod.
“Where will he be tomorrow?” I ask.
“Most likely here.” She moves her finger.
“Thank you.” The tension leaves her shoulders, and I know she removed the spell. “It took courage to come.”
“Courage or stupidity?” she asks.
“Never stupid. Don’t ever ignore your gifts. They are special. You are special.” I smile, and she flushes.
“I’m glad I came. Whatever you do in the future, be safe.” She stands and walks to the door. “Your visions are similar to mine.” She looks over her shoulder.
“I think so.”
“Have they become more frequent since meeting your mates?” she asks.
“Yes, and clearer.”
