it over a chair. “I’ve never used my telepathy for much of anything besides feeding or defending myself or reading memories.”
At her last two words, he tensed up and then pointed at the floor right in front of where he was sitting.
She joined him, cross-legged, puzzled again. He was changing topics too fast tonight.
“How did you do that?” he asked. “Make me see and feel everything like it was happening?”
“I don’t know. Wade taught me to guide the stream, but I can’t control where someone chooses to start—like with you. I didn’t mean to make you go through all that. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. That isn’t what I meant.”
He stopped talking, and she had no idea what he wanted, but she could see by the desperate look on his face that he wanted something, and he wanted it so badly he feared asking her.
“What is it?” she asked.
“We still have enough time before Salem,” he said quietly. “Can you do it again?”
He wanted to be with Jessenia. He was addicted to someone long gone. If Eleisha did this for him once, would he ask her again . . . and again?
And could she ever say no?
She reached out and grasped his pointer finger to help make the connection stronger.
“Close your eyes and go back. Start wherever you want.”
He turned his hand over and gripped down hard on her fingers. It hurt a little, but not much.
“Just think back,” she whispered.
chapter 15
As Philip bolted across the empty car after the strange vampire, Wade was once again hit by a sudden telepathic shout. Stay with Rose!
Philip’s voice inside his head felt sharper than Eleisha’s, but he was standing in the doorway, so he didn’t buckle or stumble.
“Don’t kill him!” Rose called after Philip. She looked outside as the train picked up more speed. “Those cars behind us are filled with people,” she said more quietly.
Wade stood frozen, trying to take everything in. Philip’s brilliant plan to jump off the train—which Wade had never been too sure about in the first place—was rapidly becoming impossible, and just like Philip, he was frightened at the thought of Eleisha getting between Robert and Julian.
Now Philip had gone running off after a vampire in a trench coat, and he was left here with no idea what to do. “Maybe we should go back to our cabin. At least we’ll be hidden there.”
Rose looked around the empty car with the short stairwell and the door leading outside. Her voice was calm. “No, Philip will come back here no matter what happens. You open the outer door, and we’ll wait.”
“You’re not still planning on jumping?” he asked incredulously. “I think that ship has sailed, Rose. We’re going too fast.”
“Not quite yet.”
For somebody pathologically afraid of sitting in an airplane with a hundred people around, she showed no fear of hitting the ground at forty miles an hour. But her words about Philip coming back to this car made sense. Just what did he plan to do anyway? Pull a machete and take that vampire’s head off right in front of the passengers? Why did Philip always have to act first and think later?
“He had to go,” Rose said, as if reading his mind—but he didn’t feel her. Maybe she was reading his face. “He’d never jump with that vampire right behind us, so he had to least at chase him off. I’m just afraid Philip will catch him . . . and I hope he tries talking first.”
“Talking?” Wade asked. “That thing tried to cut your head off, and now he’s hunting us on a train!”
“We don’t know what he’s after.”
Wade sighed and looked around. Pulling his gun, he motioned to the back of the empty car. “Okay, I’ll get the door open, and you wait over there. But if Philip’s not back in the next thirty seconds, we’re going to need a new plan.”
Although he didn’t want to shatter Rose’s hopes, he somehow doubted Philip would try talking first—and for once, he completely agreed with Philip.
But whatever Philip was going to do . . . he’d better do it fast.
Nothing that had occurred in the last few moments changed the fact that Robert and Eleisha were still alone with Julian coming after them.
Jasper jogged as quickly as he could down the aisles without breaking into a full run, just trying to look like a guy in a hurry. There were too many passengers sitting around.
But he was scared.
It never occurred to him that he might just walk into