Kay Hooper - Blood Sins

"Yes. But strongly shielded."

"Even so, if Sarah picked up on it, Samuel must have."

"My guess is, that person is a psychic Samuel controls. Someone he's able to dominate. But he couldn't dominate Sarah. She was on the inside, she was looking for information, and she was getting some of those kids out. And now she's dead. I say it's a safe assumption she posed a threat to Samuel, either because she was a psychic he couldn't control or because he figured out she was working against him."

"Hollis"

"Either way, you're at risk. Especially when you're tired."

Tessa heard the concern in the other woman's voice and appreciated it. Nevertheless, she brushed it aside. She also pushed aside the guilty awareness that she probably should have told Hollis about the previous day's nosebleed. Or should now.

She didn't.

"That energy you saw a few hours ago, my aura with the connection to something or someone else. Do you still see it?"

"Barely. It's just a thread now. Why?"

"Let me guess. It looks taut, not loose like before. As though something is pulling at it."

Hollis frowned. "That's what you're feeling?"

"So strongly I keep expecting to see a rope."

"Tessa, that isn't necessarily a good thing. In fact, it probably isn't a good thing. This could be Samuel pulling you back there. Or doing his damnedest to."

"I never even saw him yesterday."

"You dreamed about him last night, with all the vivid detail of a true vision. And, besides, trust me when I say you don't have to see him to be touched by him."

That reminder gave Tessa pause, but after only a moment she shook her head. "You said it yourself. Whatever is going on out there, it's getting worse. People are dying, Hollis. And all these extra senses of mine are telling me to get out there. Today. As soon as possible."

Hollis eyed her thoughtfully. "You're a lot more confident and certain than you were earlier this morning."

That was true enough, and Tessa knew it. However "I can't explain it."

"I really wish you could," Hollis said.

"Look, one thing I've learned is to trust my instincts. Or intuition, or clairvoyance, or whatever it is that nudges me to do something when my rational mind tells me it's a bad idea. That's why I'm here, right? Because John and Bishop believe my abilities can help investigate this case?"

"Yeah. That's why you're here."

"Okay, then. I have to go out to the Compound. Now."

"You told Ruth it would be later today."

"I'll give her ten minutes' head start, and then I'm going."

Faced with that clear sense of urgency, Hollis stopped arguing, but she did offer a further word of warning.

"We know you'll be under observation most of the time you're there; if you do manage to do any exploring on your own, don't forget that. Someone will be watching. Count on it."

Ruby

It was very early on Thursday morning, and Ruby had found her attention wandering from her lessons. That clear voice in her mind brought her head up with a jerk and made her go suddenly cold.

She dared not answer; the four friends had decided weeks ago that it was dangerous, that Father could probably hear them if they practiced the abilities that had bloomed in them since October.

Ruby had cheated a bit on that agreement, though not with her friends. She had cheated because she needed to protect Lexiebut that was her cheat, her risk. If Father discovered what she had done, she'd be the only one in trouble.

In trouble. That was almost funny. Because if Father found out what she'd done, what she was still doing, the "trouble" she'd be in would be very, very bad.

And there was a good chance he would find out. He could do so much; surely, Ruby thought, he could mind-talk too. And if he knew she and her friends could do it

People able to do things with their minds had a habit of disappearing from the Compound. Or else they becamedifferent.

Ruby didn't want either of those things to happen to her or to any of her friends. And she knew they didn't either, knew that none of them would have even tried to reach out to her unless something was wrong. Very wrong.

She tried to be patient, and as soon as her mother became occupiedas usualwith her latest embroidery project, Ruby slipped from the house, driven by an overwhelming urge to go to whichever of her friends was in trouble.

But who was it? There had been no sense of identity, and the communication had ended so abruptly that she felt only the faintest idea even of the direction she should go.

She knew her friends were supposed to be at their lessons and were unlikely to be out openly roaming the Compound at this time of morning, and she knew her own roaming, if noticed by just about any of the adults, would likely end with her being escorted back homewhich was one reason she dared not approach any of the houses in broad daylight.

She also knew better than to approach the church; she had watched and listened, and nobody had to explain to her that cameras just about everywhere made sure that Mr. DeMarco or one of the other men knew when anybody got close to the church.

Besides, that wasn't where she needed to be.

She followed whatever it was urging her on, and when she realized that she was nearing the barn in the west pasture, her heart sank. This was the side of the Compound nearest to the road to town, the shortest way out of the Compound.

Escape.

"Brooke, no," she whispered, her steps quickening. All she could think was that her friend had gotten this far in her escape plan and then panicked, maybe remembering that there was a fence and more cameras between here and freedom.

But somethinginstinct or her five senses or one of the extra oneswarned Ruby not to just go into the barn as she usually would. Instead, she worked her way around to the back, where a split plank provided a narrow, secret view into the barn.

At first, Ruby wasn't quite sure what was going on in there. She saw Brookejust standing there, a few yards from Ruby's position, in the wide hall between rows of now-unoccupied stalls.

It took a moment for Ruby to make out that Brooke was shaking visibly.

It took another instant to see why.

Father.

Ruby caught her breath and instinctively put extra effort into making sure her shell was hard and thick, imagining herself encased in something unbreakable. So he wouldn't know she was there.

Then she realized there was an awful lot of strange in the barn. For one thing, she couldn't ever remember seeing Father alone, not outside the church. And for another thing

He was shimmering oddly.

And his feet weren't touching the ground.

"Answer me, Brooke." His voice was quiet, even gentle, but something about it made the hair on the back of Ruby's neck stand straight out.

"Why would you want to leave us? Why would you want to leave me?"

"I I wasn't." Her voice was small and broken.

He pointed silently to the ground beside her, where her bulging backpack lay.

"I I My aunt. I just wanted to go visit my aunt. That's all. That's all, Father."

"I don't believe you, child."

"I I swear, Father. I swear I just wanted to see my aunt."

"I wish I could believe you."

His voice was sorrowful now, but there was something strange happening to his face. Something that made Ruby press her fists against her mouth to keep herself silent when everything inside her wanted to scream.

For the first time, she could see his true face.

The face his soul wore.

And it was something so black and hungry that Ruby had the terrifying notion it could swallow the whole world with room left over for even more.

"I would have much preferred to wait until God allowed your talents to fully blossom," Father was saying sadly. "Until you were ripe and ready for His holy work. But you've made that impossible now."