“Rafe, calm down.” Marissa stepped in front of Jessie then glanced over her shoulder and asked, “Are you a reporter?” “No.” The door at the top of the stairs opened again and a stream of excited people crowded the staircase. “You will come with me,” Rafe said in the same commanding tone he’d used on Dalton. “You will kiss my ass.” Jessie punctuated her rejoinder with a provoking smile. “Obviously she’s gifted, so stop trying to bully her.” Marissa turned to Jessie. “Something strange is going on. Rafe isn’t going to hurt you. Just answer his questions honestly.” Interpreting Marissa’s comments as permission, Rafe grabbed Jessie’s arm and hauled her toward the door through which the other members of the band had disappeared. She tugged against his hold, but his grip was unbreakable. “How did you… What…” She couldn’t complete the questions without confirming his assumption. How had he known she was clairvoyant, and what had he done with his voice?
