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Winter stared at it. It was a syringe. Gasping, she walked to the other side of the bed until she stood almost opposite him and could see his face. She froze, as did every drop of her blood. The man in her grandmother’s room, the man holding a syringe in his hand, was Logan.

She tried to scream, but no sound issued from her throat. All she could do was watch helplessly as Logan inserted the syringe into her grandmother’s arm and emptied it into her.

Her grandmother’s chest suddenly heaved, and a choking sound came from her throat. A second later, she collapsed back into the bed. The heart rate monitor started issuing one continuous sound. Flatline. Logan had killed her grandmother. Killed a helpless woman in her sleep.

Suddenly the room was gone. Winter spun around. She was back in the shop.

Logan came out of the storeroom. “I deleted the recording.”

“We’re almost done here, too,” Manus said.

Winter continued staring at Logan, who finally looked at her. A quizzical look on his face, he walked toward her. “Everything okay, love?”

How dare he call her love? Oh God, she’d made love to her grandmother’s killer. To the man who’d robbed her of the last member of her family.

“You killed her.”

“What?” He looked confused.

“I saw you. I saw you in her room. You injected her with poison. You killed her.”

An expression of dread crossed Logan’s face. She knew it then. He knew it too. It was true.

“You killed my grandmother.”

Tears now blurred her vision.

“Winter, I can explain.”

“Explain? You killed her! You killed an innocent woman! I hate you!” she screamed and pivoted.

She ripped the door open. She had to get out of here. She couldn’t be in the same space as Logan. She was suffocating.

“Winter, please!”

She ran outside into the hallway and turned toward the exit. She didn’t get far. She felt a hand on her arm.

“Let go, Logan!” she yelled and spun her head to him.

But it wasn’t Logan. Green demon eyes stared back at her. “Gotcha!”

The demon made a movement with his arm, and suddenly a swirling mass of fog and wind appeared out of nowhere. A vortex.

“Noooooo!”

It wasn’t Winter who screamed, but somebody else. It was Logan’s voice.

But the demon was already dragging her into the vortex, and she lost all sense of orientation. Panic overtook her body. Another one of her visions was coming true: the demon was taking her into the Underworld.