Chapter 41
Vaughn was working on a new sculpture in his studio, when he felt a sudden tremor along the mating bond.
"What is it Red?" he called out while he dusted himself off before he went looking after her. Although the animal inside him urged him to run for his mate, he knew Faith wouldn't appreciate the white stains of marble dust all over the lair that was their home. Then a shockwave of panic surged down the bond and he ran out forgetting all about the dust.
He found his mate in the chair she usually used when she was trying to make predictions. But now her hands were clawed around the armrests and her face frozen. He dropped down beside her carefully wrapping his hands around her shoulders, trying to ease her out of her stiff position. "Is it a vision?"
"They're dying. All of them," she said blankly.
She was still captured by the vision Vaughn realized and kissed her hard on the mouth. That always drew her attention out. It did now too, only it didn't bring relief.
Only when Faith realized her mate was close, she allowed herself to give in to the horror of the vision she'd just had.
The sound that tore from her throat was half sob, half scream and it froze Vaughn's blood. "Who is dying?"
Her mouth opened, lips trembling but she didn't seem to be able to speak the terror that contorted her beautiful face with sheer panic. Vaughn enclosed her into his arms as tight as possible trying to reassure her, to stabilize her through the mating bond. It usually worked even with the darkest visions.
"Red, please talk to me! What did you see? Maybe we can help. You can help them. Remember?"
The vision had been short, but crystal clear and it had knocked all hope right out of her. "No one can help us. Not now."
"Faith, who is dying?" he tried again.
"Psy." Another heart breaking sob. "All Psy. Soon."