it into ash. “In a way, we are all brothers and sisters in God.”
I scoffed at that. “Yeah, okay.”
“You don’t think so?”
Humming to myself, I tried to figure out how to response. “I’d never been one for religion. Or God for that matter. If there is a God,” I stopped and barked in laughter. “I suppose that’s a moot point now, huh?”
Dex arched a brow, smiling slightly.
“Anyway, God’s never done much for me. One way or another.” I dropped my cigarette onto the stone beneath my feet and stomped it out with my boot. “So, if I had to have an opinion on him I’d have to lump him in with all the rest of my experiences with dad’s.”
Nodding in understanding, Dex didn’t try to make me change my mind. He didn’t try to tell me how much God cared about me and was looking out for me. I wasn’t sure if it was because he didn’t think so or if he just wasn’t the type. It was also quite possible he thought I just wouldn’t change my mind. Which was a valid assumption.
“That time in class,” he began, and I stiffened. “When I saw inside your head…not the part with us,” Dex explained when he saw my face. I hoped I wasn’t blushing too bad. “I saw a bit of what Dharma saw. The stuff you keep in the back of your mind.”
I ducked my head. “Oh.” I’d rather have talked about the sexy vision I’d had. I waited for him to tell me what a freak I was, to tell me that I was an abomination.
So, when he finally continued, I was taken back. “You have a lot of pain in your heart and in your mind.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
I tried to shrug it off, but he wouldn’t let me. Dex turned to me, his hand reaching out almost afraid to touch me.
“It must be hard, see the future.”
I blinked up at him, a part of me wanting him to touch me. “It’s harder to live in it.”
When he finally touched the side of my face, I tried not to flinch, but some habits are hard to break. His fingers brushed a piece of hair behind my ear.
I shuddered as I was overtaken by another vision. Instead of seeing his death this time, another one that left me physically panting as if it were happening to me. A hand ghosted the skin between my thighs, molten heat building with each stroke of his fingers. An involuntary sigh escaped my mouth the feeling of a hot mouth wrapped around the tip of my breast.
So overwhelmed by the visions, my knees buckled beneath me and Dex caught me while I gasped. Staring up at him with a mixture of wonder and embarrassment it took me a moment to gather my wits before I scrambled from his arms.
“Elle,” Dex’s voice was low and husky. The bulge in the front of his pants confirmed he’d seen and been just as affected as me from the vision. “Is that my future?”
I swallowed thickly, licking my lips as I breathed out, “Yes.”
“When does that happen?”
His expression was guarded as if he couldn’t or wouldn’t allow me to see what he was thinking. Did he want it to happen? Was he completely abhorrent of the idea? Obviously, his body didn’t think so but that didn’t mean anything. Men could get hard for practically any reason.
“Time is relative. You can’t always tell where you’ll end up in it.” I didn’t have to worry about lying when answering his question. I’d never been able to tell when something was going to happen. At least, not the way he was talking about. Unless there was a clock or a newspaper or something in the vision, I had to base it off of what I saw.
Like my mother’s death.
I knew the day she would die based on the clothes she was wearing in the car accident. The necklace she wore around her neck was new. She’d just bought it the week before. In fact, I’d almost collapsed the moment I saw it around her neck the first day. She’d consoled me, reminding me that the future wasn’t something I could control.
Except Sarah made me think that it was. That I would be able to change the future. If I could, if I could stop the deaths I saw, then I would never have to feel the way I did waiting for my mother to die again.
To my utter relief, the