Lys is an attorney with a secret that might just be the death of her. She's always had psychic powers, but she's done her best to deny them. Her ex-boyfriend is a mage dedicated to killing demons, and he's not happy she's left him. When she asks tough guy Telos Khunbish to help her move her things, she finds out her ex wants more than revenge and that Telos is one of the demons her ex is pledged to destroy.
Lys blinked once when Telos Khunbish’s black BMW pulled up to the curb. She wasn’t going to cry. She never did. Not for any reason. Emotion meant you were weak, and if you were weak, people found ways to make you pay. She was done paying. But it was such a relief to see Khunbish that, for a moment, she teetered on the edge of tears.
While she waited to make sure it was really Khunbish in the car, a man in a suit strode past her, heading for the glass doors that faced Front Street. He was thirty-ish, good looking and in shape. Company ID dangled from a lanyard clipped to his belt. He kept walking and came within ten feet of her. Too close. He was too close. Panic rose up again. She needed to get away. Away from all these people and their lives.
He looks left as he steps off the curb, smiling, on his way to meet the woman he loves. A traffic light reflects green in the lenses of his glasses. He doesn’t see the car that runs the light.
Pain streaked along the left side of her face from just behind her eye through to back of her head as she fought to keep her insanity at bay. Blocking her connection shouldn’t be this hard, but the last several days had been. . . difficult. Not enough sleep. Not enough to eat. Too much caffeine. Far too much stress. Lys was at the limit of her ability to compensate. She succeeded in smothering the contact. Barely. The barrier was thin enough that the other lives thrummed in the back of her head like another heartbeat, but out of rhythm and out of control