Page 5 of The Lost Soldier
A makeshift kitchen with a half-fridge and a gas burner that she’d seen people take on camping trips lined the back of the cabin next to the table. Next to the kitchen were two doors. One door was closed, but through the open doorway she could see a sagging bed with a couple of sleeping bags tossed on top.
“I’ve seen worse,” she muttered, knowing she’d never seen anything this bad before in her life.
“Hopefully we won’t be here too long.” Chad tossed the rucksack on the sofa, before making his way to the closed door. He pulled it open, exposing a dirty toilet and a tub and shower combo with no curtain. He reached in and pulled the lever on the tub. Water spit out between bursts of air. “Might take a minute. Looks like there are fresh towels in here and some soap.”
“Clean towels?”
“As clean as we’re gonna get out here,” he said, stepping back into the main room. “Go ahead and shower. There are clothes in the rucksack, and I’ll power up our equipment and see if I can find us some coffee.”
She leaned against the wall, hands folded across her body. “How did you know I wanted a shower and coffee?”
“I want a shower and coffee. It’s been a long forty-eight hours. I just assumed you’d want one too.”
She shook her head. “You knew it because you can read my thoughts.”
“That’s absurd, not to mention invasive.”
“No shit. I can’t stand anyone who can read minds. Totally freaks me out to have anyone inside my head, poking around, so I’d appreciate if you didn’t do it again.”
“Right, because what you do is any less disturbing when you follow someone around with your mind, watching everything that they do, making nothing private,” he said with an arched brow, daring her to push back.
“You just admitted you believe in what I can do.”
He shook his head. “I was being sarcastic.”
“No. You weren’t. It bothered you last summer that my mind followed you. You felt me there, with you, the entire time and that scared you. Not so much because of what I could do, but because of the world it opened. If you accepted that I saw everything you saw, you’d have to admit you felt my presence there with you. Just like you saw my sister’s boyfriend, Brett, the other day when he remote viewed you, stealing your knife.” She opted to leave out the idea of the Collective Order and that Brett was one of his quadruplet brothers. Why bombard the guy with everything at once?
“You’re only right about one thing.” He closed the gap between them, pressing his large hands against the wall on either side of her face. His lips inches from hers. His gaze burning her skin.
She swallowed. “And what is that?”
“You scare the shit out of me.”
CHAPTER 2
Chad tilted his head,licking his lips, inching closer.
Savanah’s chest heaved forward, pressing her warm, soft breasts against his hard torso. She didn’t blink, nor did she say a word.
“Everything about you terrifies me,” he whispered.
Ever since the day Savanah had nailed Chad where it counts with a candle, walking out of his life, he’d been God-awful miserable. Nothing in his life made sense anymore. He hated everything and everyone.
But finding her and begging her for forgiveness meant he had to accept that he was indeed a psychic, and he hadn’t been ready to do that.
Didn’t think he’d ever be ready.
Until Brett Radcliffe showed himself in a remote view. The cloudy vision, much like the light that filtered through the darkness from an old movie project onto the screen with its tiny particles, floated across the room, and Chad watched Brett take the knife off the desk. The metal object went from its solid form in one plane, to a foggy version of itself in Brett’s reality.
It wasn’t just being able to see Brett when his body had been miles and miles away, but it was the real sense, deep in Chad’sgut, slicing him to his core, that he not only knew Brett, but they shared a common bond.
The kind of connection he had with his brothers in arms.
Times one hundred.
Immediately upon seeing Brett in person, a vision-like dream played out inside his mind where Savanah, along with her three sisters, Hazel, Willow, and Alexis, were seated at a large table. Brett sat next to Hazel, while he was nestled between Savanah and Willow. Two other men also joined them at the table.
Both he recognized, though he didn’t know either man well, but felt a strong bond to them.
