Page 74 of Immortal Unveiled

“She’ll try to force a vision at your mother’s house. Maybe she can see what your mother had that the demons want so desperately.”

“If they don’t already have it,” Kim said bleakly.

“They don’t. If they did, they wouldn’t have had to kill Kilgore to stop us from finding out what it is.”

“I hope you’re right.”

He smiled at her. He was certain about it.

An hour later, they were inside Nancy Britton’s house. Logan and Winter had arrived at the same time, both invisible just like Manus and Kim. Logan wasn’t taking any chances with his mate, since the demons had once kidnapped Winter in order to use her visions to their advantage. They were still after her, but now she was under the constant protection of Logan and the entire compound and never went anywhere on her own.

Today, they’d even taken an extra step of protection and brought Grayson with them so the hybrid could sniff out any approaching demons.

“Okay then,” Winter now said, letting her gaze roam in the living room. She sighed. “This is where she died, isn’t it?”

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Kim stared at Winter. The woman didn’t look like a psychic, or at least not like Kim imagined a psychic to look. On the way here, Manus had told her that Winter had once been a tarot reader, unaware of her true gift, and that the demons had targeted her. Back then, Winter had played the part of the psychic differently: gypsy clothing, bangles on her wrists, large earrings, wild hair. All of that was gone now. She looked totally normal—and very pretty. No wonder Logan had fallen in love with her. They made a handsome couple.

Kim now nodded in reply to Winter’s question. “Did Manus tell you about it?”

Winter shook her head. “I can still sense her.” She ran her hand over the sideboard and smiled. “She had a sense for history, for preservation. I like that.”

Kim smiled back, then hesitated. She wanted to ask how it worked, how Winter got her visions and what they looked like, but she didn’t feel that she could ask such a personal question of a woman she’d only just met.

Suddenly, she felt Manus’s hand on her arm, making her turn her head to him. “Let’s give Winter a little space to explore.”

“Sure,” Kim said quickly, then addressed Winter, “I can also show you her bedroom, if that helps.”

“Later. Let me see what I get down here first,” Winder said and started walking around the room. Everybody else stepped back, giving her space and remaining silent so she could concentrate on whatever she needed to concentrate on.

Manus pulled Kim into the kitchen. “I know you’re anxious, but there’s nothing you can do right now. Winter can’t force these things. Us standing around watching her every move is just going to put pressure on her.”

Kim sighed. “You’re right. I’m just worried about what we’ll do if Winter doesn’t have a vision. Because if we don’t know what my mother found, then how are we gonna figure out where she hid it?”

Manus squeezed her hand. “We’ll figure it out somehow.”

Despite his calm exterior, Kim knew that Manus was concerned too. After what they’d exchanged the previous night, after the glimpse she’d gotten into his soul, he couldn’t hide anything from her anymore. Somehow, she could tell what he was really thinking: that they’d be screwed if the demons found what had been in her mother’s possession.

“Nothing down here,” Winter’s voice suddenly came from the living room. “I’m not getting anything. Sorry.”

Kim was already walking back into the living room. “Can we try the bedroom? There are a lot more things that are more personal to Mom. Maybe that will help?”

Winter gave her a kind smile. “Sure.”

As she ushered Winter toward the stairs and everybody else made motions to follow them, Winter looked over her shoulder. “Just Kim and I, please.” She looked at Logan. “You swept the place. There’s nobody upstairs. So, don’t look so worried.”

Logan grumbled something to himself but remained with the other two men while Kim walked upstairs ahead of Winter and led her into her mother’s bedroom, which overlooked the backyard.

“This is it,” Kim said and invited Winter to enter.

“Do you mind if I sit down on the bed?” Winter asked.

“Go ahead.”

Winter took a seat at the edge of the bed and ran her hand over the duvet. “Do you have the clothes your mother wore on the day she died?”

Kim shook her head, surprised at the question. “The police still have those in evidence.”