Eye of the Falcon (Psychic Visions #12)(43)

She smiled and whispered, “You can go back. Even visit with any and all of them. But you must remain grounded.”

He whispered, “How is it you can spirit walk when you’ve never done it before?”

“Look a little more carefully,” she whispered. “Now that you are back, I have to get to work.” And she disappeared.

He studied the space where she had been and realized she had been held there by somebody he knew well. Then Dr. Maddy, one of his closest friends, was a help to psychics all around the world in too many ways to count. And she always kept a watchful eye on him. “Maddy?”

“Yes, I’m here, Stefan.”

“What happened?” he asked as she materialized before him.

“I’m not sure,” she admitted. “Your vitals are solid. However, your energy is thin. I think your psyche just got lost in the moment.”

“But I was thinking that to be lost was a good thing,” he murmured.

“Maybe it’s time for a holiday. Leave some of these ugly cases behind and find a way to enjoy life in the physical form for once.”

“It’s Humbug,” he said. “Humbug and Roash.”

Her voice curious, Maddy asked, “And who are they?”

He smiled at her and chuckled. “Two birds with very strong wills. They are trying to get to somebody. But they’re both injured. And they’re drawing me in, drawing on my strength to get where they need to be.”

She stared at him in fascination. “So maybe what you were doing was opening up your own energy soul so they could access what they needed without you having to participate?”

He studied her carefully. “It’s never happened before.”

This time her laugh ran free. “So what? Every day in our world, something new is shown to us. Hug Celina, and go back to sleep.”

While he absorbed her words of wisdom, Dr. Maddy disappeared from his bedroom. He closed his eyes, wrapped his arms around the woman he loved and slept.





Chapter 14





Issa stared at the bullet hole as Gray checked it out. “It’s ugly.”

“That’s also how you got this head injury,” Gray added. “One shot hit you high in the shoulder and another just missed you, scraping alongside your head.”

She frowned at the older man. “In other words, they missed twice?”

He gave her a half a grin. “You could look at it that way. You’re one very lucky lady.”

She thought about what she’d been through the last couple weeks. Then her gaze landed on Eagle standing protectively at her side, and she realized she really was lucky. Without Eagle, she’d have been lost. Probably forever.

The poking and prodding became worse as Gray went over her body, checking out each of her wounds.

Eagle helped her remove clothing and then redressed her. By the time she was fully clothed again, her teeth were chattering. He wrapped her in both blankets and held her. “Easy. It’s shock.” Eagle scooped her up and sat her down in the big armchair. She thanked him with a smile.

Still, she hadn’t told him she knew who the man was she’d seen on the laptop. She didn’t want to mention it while Gray was there.

Just then Gray brought a cup of coffee and placed it beside her. “Get this down. It will help.”

She glanced at the mug, realized he’d put both cream and some kind of sweetener in it. She had watched him do it, but it hadn’t registered the cup was for her. She’d heard sugar was good for shock, except she hated her coffee that way.

“So, will I live?” she asked in a laconic voice.

Gray nodded. “You’re doing much better than when I saw you last. Have you remembered anything else?”

Instinctively her gaze went to Eagle. He gave a tiny half nod.

She smiled. “Just a little. Nothing major. I know my name is Issa McGuire, and I’m a biologist.”

At that Gray’s eyebrows shot up. “Really? Well, you two are well matched. Especially if you know anything about birds.”

At that her heart froze. She’d checked for Roash earlier but hadn’t seen any sign of him. Neither had he come back since they’d returned. Although she’d been sleeping, so maybe he was in the bedroom. She mentally searched for him, but there was no response. That was disheartening. Neither was there anything from Humbug, and that made her heart hurt. He hadn’t been at the cabin. So where was he?

She huddled in the chair, drinking her coffee, while the two men discussed various events. Her mind was filled with worry for the birds. She closed her eyes and mentally sent out more signals, calling quietly, Humbug, hear my voice. Come to me. She strengthened her tone and commanded the bird to make his way toward her.

In the background she heard an odd screech. She glanced over at the men, but they didn’t appear to notice. She sank back down into the chair again, closed her eyes, and concentrated on sending message after message to Humbug. Then she switched to Roash. Where are you? Come to me.

Outside the long screech repeated. She tried to get to her feet, but Eagle was already up, a finger pointed toward her. “Stay. I’ll go look.”

He bolted to the door and looked from one side to the other. “Now what the devil made that racket?”

She shrugged. “One of the birds.” But inside, her heart hammered. Which one had it been?