A ballad here, a feel-good rowdy tune there...She knew her carefree mood was nothing but illusion. She knew she had to face the vision she’d seen, and learn what it meant. She had to allow herself to feel its clarity...its intensity.But the seeing was a facet of herself she’d long downplayed, after learning early to evade unwanted attention. She didn’t mention the visions unless she had to; she ignored them completely when she could. She slid aside from them when they came upon her.But there had been no sliding aside from this. And she didn’t know if that had come of Maks—if the way he’d rattled her had caused her to lose that fine control—or if it was a result of the danger driving the vision in the first place. Either way, she’d have to look—really look—for the first time in...Forever.She stopped singing.Katie wiped her hands on a towel and slid the plated steak from the table, poking it into the fridge. He’ll be back.Of that much, she realized, Maks had utterly convinced her.
