Ramie swallowed, her mouth going dry. Was he out there even now looking into her mind, seeing what she was seeing, hearing what she was hearing? Did it do any good for them to plan traps for him if he knew about them because he was a constant presence in her mind?
Which was why she didn’t need to know.
She bolted off the couch as the realization hit her. She spun to explain to Caleb just as he grabbed her arm, a confused look on his face.
“I can’t know,” she babbled out. “Because if I know, he knows. So you have to leave me out of it. I can’t see or know any of it.”
“Whoa, slow down,” Dane Elliot, one of Caleb’s security specialists, said, holding his hands up in a placating manner.
He wanted her to calm down. He thought she was being hysterical. A nitwit. No, she was finally being smart.
“He’s there,” she said, including each of the people in the room in her sweeping gaze. “He has a psychic link to me. It’s like having someone sit on your shoulder all the time. He has an unobscured line of vision, a pathway into everything I see or do. So you see, it does us little good to plot and plan because he’ll know exactly what we’re doing.”
Caleb swore and murmurs arose from the occupants of the room. They likely all thought she’d lost her mind. She had no idea what if anything Caleb had told them about her. If they even knew psychic abilities were involved.
“I can’t be in here. Sorry,” she whispered.
She turned and fled from the room. There was an invisible hand clutching at her neck, choking her, preventing her from getting oxygen into her lungs. The oppressive weight of evil was so heavy on her chest that it felt like she was being crushed.
She stumbled into the downstairs bathroom and hastily turned on the cold water in the sink. She splashed water on her cheeks and then leaned on the countertop with her elbows, hands covering her face as the water still ran full blast.
Her hand clutched her neck in an effort to remove the invisible grip. But it was as bruising as if she were really being choked.
“Ramie? Are you all right? What the hell is going on?” Caleb demanded.
He reached around her and turned off the water and then he grasped her by the shoulders and gave her a gentle shake. She held up her hand to halt him, straining to find the words around the strangling sensation in her neck.
“I have to learn to beat him,” she bit out. “I have to close myself off to him. I have to be better about knowing when he’s there and I have to be able to shut him out. Or maybe he’s simply there all the time. I don’t know. Why don’t I know?”
“Is he?. . .??there?. . .??right now?” Caleb asked as he stared holes through her.
It was as if he were looking for her stalker in her. Her eyes, or expression or like she’d developed a split personality and one half of her thought she was a sick monster who preyed on women. Or maybe he thought she was demonically possessed. It wasn’t as though she’d given him any other explanation.
She couldn’t bear the disgust—or the worry—in his eyes.
“You do think I’m crazy,” she whispered. “Maybe I am crazy.”
“Goddamn it, no, I don’t think you’re crazy,” Caleb said in a frustrated voice. “I just want to know who the hell I’m talking to and if it’s you or the asshole who’s trying to kill you.”
“He’s just a passive observer,” Ramie explained. Or rather she tried to explain. Because how did one explain the inexplicable? “It’s like he has a porthole into my brain. He can see what I see, hear what I hear. Be aware of what I’m aware of. It’s why he told me last night that I wasn’t safe here. That all your security wouldn’t keep him from me. He knows everything.”
“How does this happen?” Caleb asked. “Has it ever happened before? Can you block him?”
“Oh God, don’t you think I’ve tried? That I don’t want him in my mind all the time? That I’m vulnerable every hour of every day because he sees everything that I see?”
“Of course,” Caleb soothed. “But there has to be a way of blocking him. We need to work on you schooling your thoughts. Of making your mind go completely blank. It’s a therapy that Tori used when she was younger. One of the many things we tried in an effort to make the visions go away. But somehow I think it’s more applicable to your situation than it ever was to Tori’s.”
Her pulse beat painfully at her temples. It felt as though her head would explode at any minute. Her blood pressure had to be sky-high.