He’d already had to use precious power to convince a police officer that he’d imagined the pale man in the van doing 110 down the highway. Touching the mind of a human with whom he had no blood bond, and at that distance, had been difficult but necessary. His mystery woman—his savior—had started moving toward him. There was no way he was going to let whatever emergency had popped up now deter him from finding her. She so rarely stopped, or even slowed down, the idea of her drawing nearer was almost inconceivable. He had to take advantage of the opportunity while it was still available to him. A twinge of guilt over ignoring his phone hit his conscience, but he shrugged it away. If his instincts were right, then what he was doing now was far more important than anything that Joseph might want. Normally, such thoughts would give him pause, but his compulsion to find her was far too great for him to fight.
