Dark clouds rumbled above. He didn’t need another bad omen. The woman trailing behind him was bad enough. She drove him to distraction. Damn the Devil, why couldn’t she obey orders? He didn’t want her near this kind of danger. What if he couldn’t protect her? If something were to happen… He glanced behind to where she shuffled along, head down. What had possessed him to marry such a termagant? She perilized his plans and haunted his dreams, tormented images of him searching for her…yet it wasn’t him. The man was his mirror image, but he wore strange clothes and rode in a sleek, shiny boat with roaring power. For hours upon hours he searched, calling Izzy’s name. Agony-laced pleas with God, alternated with bitter curses, the pain so tangible, Ian’s chest ached upon waking. He’d never put much faith in dreams or people who claimed to be seers, but the images shook his beliefs. “Which one first?”
